The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream began not with sound, but with the heavy, cloying sweetness of overripe plums, a scent that clung to the back of Marcus Thorne’s throat like a physical weight, thick and viscous, a substance that seemed to solidify in the air of his childhood bedroom, where the walls had peeled away to reveal the sterile, white-tiled interior of the Bureau of Regulatory Compliance, the place where he...

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