The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The smoke is thick. It tastes of copper and old paper. You are in the basement of the St. Jude’s Orphanage. The air is still. The rats are gone. They always leave before the fire takes the heat. You look at the clock. The hands are stopped at 4:12. The minute hand is bent. It points down. Like a broken finger. You know what happened. You saw it. Or you think you saw it. The memory is wet. It...

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