The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The brass valve of the pneumatic organ screamed, a sound like a dying beast tearing through the fog that choked the streets of New York, and I stood at the center of the stage with my hands slick with sweat and grease, my heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic beat against my ribs, the audience a sea of dark, silent faces watching me with eyes that seemed to see not the boy in the rags but the...

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