The Pale Circus
THE PALE CIRCUS The tent arrived on a Tuesday, or what passed for Tuesday in the grey limbo of a coastal town that had long ago forgotten its own name. It was enormous—larger than any circus tent had a right to be—rising from the salt marsh like a pale ghost of cotton and canvas. The villagers called it the Pale Circus, though none could remember who first gave it that name, or whether it had...
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