The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One I remember the sound of the press before I remembered the pain, a rhythmic thud from the wall that vibrated in the damp plaster of the cellar, a mechanical heartbeat that kept time with the fog rolling in from the bayou. We had been holding the line at the western gate for three days, the air heavy with wet mud and burning tar, and I woke to find my left arm rigid, a stone pillar of...

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