The Pale Circus

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2026-08-17 12:15:26 -

The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling since I left the station, a fine, cold mist that clung to my coat and turned the cobblestones into mirrors of grey light. I remember thinking that I was leaving something behind, not just the city, but a version of myself that had been carefully constructed over years of polite silence and rigid adherence to rules that no one else seemed to see. My name is Thomas, and...

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