The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I woke in the grey half-light of the attic room, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale sun that cut through the single, warped window, and I knew with the sudden, cold certainty of a man who has been struck twice that the world I had left behind in the valley was no longer mine to claim, nor was it a place where I could ever truly rest. The air smelled of damp wool and the stale, bitter...

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