The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Ashworth into a slick, black mirror reflecting the hollow eyes of the passing citizens. I stood at the threshold of the old manor, my boots heavy with the mud of the world I was leaving behind, and looked at the house that had consumed the last decade of my life. It was not a home; it was a prison...

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