The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. It was a cold, hard sound. Thomas sat on the floor. His back was against the wall. The plaster was cold and damp. He held the object in his hands. It was a small, brass bird. It did not sing. It did not fly. It was heavy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The wind moved through the eaves. It sounded like a low moan. Thomas looked at the bird. The feathers...

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