The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The barn smelled of wet straw and old rust. Elias stood in the center of the dusty floor, his hands wrapped around the neck of a grey horse. The animal was quiet. It had been quiet for three days. Its eyes were flat, like stones sunk in mud. Elias was a merchant of oddities. He traded in things that did not belong in the open market. Clocks that ticked backward. Maps of countries that no longer...

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