The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain fell on the roof of the house like a static charge, a hiss that never quite broke. Elias stood by the window, his reflection ghosted against the glass, a pale figure in a suit that no longer fit the shape of his days. Inside the kitchen, the air was thick with the scent of burnt sugar and caramel. It was the smell of the past, distilled into a single, suffocating breath. He watched the...

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