The Pale Circus

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2026-08-17 18:36:54 -

The Pale Circus

The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the cobblestones of Millhaven slick and black under the pale, indifferent gaze of the streetlamps, and I stood on the porch of the old hotel with my mother’s hand still warm against mine, a warmth that felt less like skin and more like a ghostly promise that we would not have to walk into the dark alone, yet we were walking, we were always walking, the...

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