The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the town square tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Margaret’s throat as she stood before the crowd. It was the evening of the annual Harvest Gala, a spectacle of lights and laughter that had continued for decades, a ritual of communal joy that felt, to Margaret, like a slow suffocation. She held the violin case in her hands, the leather worn smooth...

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