The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron rail of the old viaduct groaned under the weight of the locomotive, a sound that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of your bones, and you stood at the edge of the platform with your hand resting on the hilt of your service revolver, the metal cold and indifferent against your palm as the steam from the engine billowed out to swallow the gray afternoon, the air thick with the...

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