The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The lantern is heavy. It has always been heavy. You hold it with both hands, the brass rim digging into your palms, the glass clouded with years of smoke and sweat. It is the only thing you own. The rest of the world is a rumor, a distant sound behind the thick curtains of the tent. "Is it on?" you ask. Old Silas sits in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest. He looks small. The firelight...

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