The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The mud was not just wet, it was alive, a thick, sucking thing that pulled at my boots with the tenacity of a starving animal, and I stood there in the gray, rain-swept hollow of the Appalachian foothills, watching the last of the morning light die out behind the pines, my hands shaking not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the hours that had already passed and the countless...

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