The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the cobblestones of the plaza in the old town of Valmont had turned into a slick, black mirror that reflected the dying gasp of the afternoon light. It was a time of year when the air tasted of wet wool and ancient stone, a season that seemed to hold its breath before the final, cold exhale of winter. In the center of this wet square stood the...

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