The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain hits the tin roof. It is a drum. It is a skull. You are wet. You are cold. The cellar is dark. The damp soaks your wool. It clings to your skin. Like a shroud. Like a sin. You remember the name. Thomas. Thomas Bradshaw. He is gone. He is in the walls. He is in the air. He is the breath. He is the rot. You are here. You are a ghost. Or he is. Who is the ghost? The question hangs. It...

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