The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sword sings in the dark. It is a high, thin note. Like a needle pulled from skin. You hold it up. The steel is warm. It is not warm from the forge. It is warm from you. From the blood that has soaked into the hilt over the years. You are in the courtyard of the old manor. The stone is slick with rain. The rain has not stopped for three days. The world is grey and wet and smelling of rot....

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