The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain tastes of iron and old dirt as you step off the bus. It is a gray, flat day, the kind that seems to suck the color out of the world. You are in Halloway. The name is on the sign, painted in peeling white letters. You have come here to find your mother. You have come here to find the truth about what she was. The people here do not want you. You can feel it in the air, a thick,...

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