The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bread was stale. I know this because I bit into it and felt the grit of last Tuesday’s dust against my teeth. It tasted of nothing. It tasted of the air in the cellar. I threw the crust into the bin. It landed with a dull thud, a sound so small it seemed to vanish before it hit the bottom. “Is it gone?” Elias asked. He was standing by the window. The glass was fogged with the breath of the...

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