The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fog rolls in from the moor, thick and wet, tasting of iron and old rain. You stand at the edge of the town, where the cobblestones give way to the mud of the road. The year is 1914, though it feels like the end of the world. The air is heavy with the smoke of the textile mills, a grey shroud that hangs low over the chimneys. You are seven years old, and your boots are too big. They slap...

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