The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain does not wash the city clean. It only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror that reflects nothing but your own hollowed-out face. You stand at the window of the room you rent by the week, watching the water bead on the glass, tracing the jagged lines of the streetlamp’s halo. It is late, or perhaps early; the distinction has lost its meaning...

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