The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The fire started in the boiler room. It began with a smell. Acrid. Sweet. Like burnt sugar mixed with ozone. Margaret Holloway smelled it before she saw the smoke. She was sitting at her desk. The desk was oak. The wood was cold. She pressed her hand against it. The grain was smooth. It was the only smooth thing in the city. Outside, the rain hammered the glass. The glass was cracked. A...

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