The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the study tasted of iron and old paper. It was a metallic tang, sharp on the tongue, like licking a rusted nail. I sat at the desk. The candle flickered. Outside, the wind tore at the eaves of the Victorian manor. Rain lashed the glass. I was a scholar of things that did not exist. I collected myths. I cataloged ghosts. I was a keeper of the intangible. My hands were steady. My mind...

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