The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of amber light and the smell of burning tallow. You stand in the center of a ring, the dust beneath your boots soft as grave soil. The crowd is a blur of indistinct faces, their cheers a low, static hum that vibrates in your teeth. But you are not the performer. You are the cage. Or rather, you are the key that has forgotten how to turn. You wake...

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