The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The teeth were gone. Not all of them. Just the ones in the front. Two upper incisors. They had fallen out in the mud of the schoolyard during the autumn term. No blood. No pain. Just a hollow space where the world used to be. Thomas Whitmore was nine. He ran with his mouth open. The wind tasted like iron and wet leaves. He did not stop running. He ran until his lungs burned. He ran until the...

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