The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You stand at the threshold of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a building that smells of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear, and you are holding a coat that does not belong to you, a garment of midnight blue velvet that feels less like fabric and more like a solidified shadow, heavy with the weight of secrets that have been buried for a generation, and as you lift it to...

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