The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I left the city at dawn. The air was cold and tasted of iron. I carried my coat on my arm. It was heavy. The streets were empty. The gas lamps were still lit. They flickered in the wind. I walked fast. I did not look back. I knew someone was following. I did not need to turn to see him. I could feel his breath on my neck. It was warm. It was close. We had been partners for ten years. Ten years...

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