The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the basement smells of wet wool and old copper. You are down here. The door is locked. The key is in your pocket. You turn it over and over, a small, cold weight against your thigh. You know the routine. You have done this a thousand times in your mind. You do not do it in the body. Not yet. Your hands are shaking. They have been shaking since you saw the face in the mirror. Not your...

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