The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell in sheets, a grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestones of the High Court and the sky above. I stood in the center of the atrium, my back to the massive oak doors, feeling the vibration of the crowd in the gallery above. They were whispering. The sound was a low, collective hum, like bees trapped in a jar of glass. My hands were shaking. I clenched them into...

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