The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The crows stayed. They sat on the wire. They watched me. I was tired. The mud was cold. It bit into my boots. I looked at the sky. It was gray. It was white. It was nothing. I walked. My name is Elias. I was a guard. I kept the peace. I kept the lines. The lines were red. They were drawn in chalk. They were drawn in blood. I did not know which. My captain was a good man. He had white hair. He...

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