The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The coat is heavy on your shoulders, a thing of crushed velvet so dark it seems to drink the light from the streetlamps of the city, a city that has forgotten how to sleep. It fits you perfectly, perhaps too perfectly, as if it were tailored from your own skin, from the very fibers of your being, and you can feel the weight of it pressing against your ribs, a constant, suffocating reminder of...

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