The Pale Circus
The old man did not run, for his legs were too stiff to carry him quickly across the mud of the valley, and he walked with the deliberate, heavy pace of a man who has already accepted that his time is short, carrying on his back a pack that seemed to weigh as much as the world itself, while the rain fell in sheets that turned the grey sky and the brown earth into a single, indistinct blur of...
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