The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mill stood at the edge of Oakhaven. It was tall. It was gray. It did not move. Elena looked at it. She looked away. The smoke from the chimneys smelled of coal and wet wool. It stuck to her tongue. She wiped it away. Her hand was dry. Her skin was dry. She walked down Main Street. The cobblestones were slick. Rain had come. It had gone. The air was cold. It cut through her coat. Her coat...

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