The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron gate rattled. It was a sound like a dying bell. Elias stood in the yard. The mud sucked at his boots. He looked at the sign. It was painted gold on black wood. The letters were peeling. The Circus of the Pale Moon. He had walked for three days. His legs burned. His mind was fog. He was a clerk in the ledger office of Harwick & Sons. He spent his life counting numbers. One plus one...

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