The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I woke with the taste of rust in my mouth. The air was thick, a bruised purple in the dying gaslight of the tent. I was not in my bed. I was not in the barracks in London, nor in the mud of the Somme, nor in the sterile white of the hospital in Surrey. I was in the ring. The dust was fine, like powdered bone. It coated my tongue, my eyelashes, the skin of my face. I stood. My legs felt heavy,...

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