The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

He woke with the taste of iron and old dust in his mouth. The sky above was not a sky, but a ceiling of pale, stretched canvas, stitched with stars that did not twinkle. They were fixed. Dead. Or perhaps just waiting. Walter stood. His legs were heavy. They felt like lead pipes filled with cold water. He looked at his hands. They were bare. The skin was thin, translucent, showing the blue veins...

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