The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The soup was hot. It splashed against the sides of the ceramic bowl, a pale, creamy river of potatoes and cream. Martha stared at it. The steam rose in thin, white ribbons, twisting in the cold air of the breakroom. It smelled of thyme and salt. It smelled like home, or at least, it smelled like the idea of home that the hospital kitchen sold to the staff. She lifted the spoon. The metal was...

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