The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the cellar smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that Margaret had come to associate not with death, but with the particular, suffocating weight of her own breath, which seemed to hang in the stagnant dark like a fog that refused to lift. She sat on the cold stone floor, her back against the rough-hewn wall where the mortar had crumbled away decades ago,...

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