The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron stove in the corner of the parlor had not been lit in three days, and yet the air remained thick with a heat that did not belong to any fire, a heavy, suffocating warmth that pressed against my skin like the breath of a sleeping beast, and I sat there in the shadows of the high-backed chair, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of moonlight that pierced the boarded-up...

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