The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wind cut through the flannel coat. It bit at the exposed neck. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. Below, the sea churned. Grey. Cold. Indifferent. He watched the waves break against the black rocks. They shattered into foam. White. Brief. Gone. He was a man of the road. A wanderer. A keeper of old laws. The world had changed. Steam engines roared in the valleys. Smoke choked the sky. The...

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