The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell was ringing. It was not a sound. It was a vibration in the teeth. Edmund stood in the mud. The mud was black. It smelled of iron. He held his hammer. His hand shook. Not from cold. The air was warm. It smelled of ozone. The beast was there. It had no name. It was a shape of shadow. It moved like smoke. It hit him once. His ribs cracked. He fell. He got up. He swung. The hammer missed....

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