The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wake up in the dust of the old textile mill, not with a gasp or a scream, but with the slow, grinding realization that your hands are not quite right, that they are too long, too pale, and that the fingers seem to have an extra joint that clicks when you try to curl them into a fist, and you remember now, or perhaps you have always known in the marrow of your bones, that you are not a...

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