The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The court was not a room, but a vast, suspended silence, a cathedral of air where the walls were made of the collective holding of breath by those who had never once in their lives stopped to listen to the sound of their own blood rushing in their ears. "Is it true," the King asked, his voice a dry leaf skittering across stone, "that you remember the first time you saw the moth?" Margaret...

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