The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sky splits open. It is not rain. It is ash. It falls on the roof of the orphanage in Cumbria. It falls on the slate. It falls on your face. You taste iron. You taste copper. You taste the end of the world. You are eleven years old. Your name is Elias. You do not remember your mother. You remember the smell of her wool coat. You remember the sound of her humming. You are alone in the...

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