The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The salt flats of Khorram stretched out like a broken bone, white and brittle under the midday sun, where the wind scoured the dust into sharp, horizontal lines that cut the eyes. It was a town of two languages and one debt, a border place where the Persian tongue of the market collided with the guttural clicks of the mountain traders, and where the air always tasted of brine and old liniment....

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