The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The first thing I noticed was the taste. Copper. Thick and cold, coating the back of my throat. It was not blood, not yet. It was the metallic tang of fear, amplified by the stale air of the precinct basement. We had been working eighteen-hour shifts for three days. The city outside was howling with rain, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the neon lights of the district into smeared...

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