The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wake in the dark, but it is not the dark of sleep, nor the dark of a closed room. It is the velvet, breathing dark of the big top, that vast, circular womb where the air tastes of sawdust, stale beer, and the metallic tang of old blood. You are twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, or perhaps you have been twelve for ten years; time here does not move in a line but in a circle, spiraling...

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