The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The tower stood. It stood against the wind. It stood against the rain. It stood against my will. I was nine. I was small. I was wrong. The structure rose from the moor. It was a thing of stone. It was a thing of light. It was the Pale Spire. My mother called it a ruin. My father called it a mistake. I called it a home. We walked. We walked for days. The path was thin. The grass was wet. The sky...

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