The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road to the Iron Gate was not a path but a wound in the earth. It cut through the gray heath, a line of mud and blood that smelled of old iron and wet wool. I walked it. My boots were heavy. They were made of black leather, stiff and unyielding. They had carried me through the siege of Calais and across the frozen fields of the Low Countries. Now they carried me toward the end of the world....

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