The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the attic smelled of dust and old velvet, a scent that had settled into the fibers of your grandfather’s house long before you were born. You are twelve years old, and you know the house better than you know the streets below. You know the way the floorboards groan under the weight of memory, the way the shadows lengthen in the corner of the bedroom as the afternoon light dies....

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