The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass was not merely broken; it was shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, each one reflecting a different, distorted fragment of my own face. I stood in the center of the hall, the dust of the ceiling settling on my shoulders like ash from a funeral pyre, and I watched the shards scatter across the floorboards. They caught the light from the chandelier, a constellation of sharp, cold...

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