The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wake inside the dream, or perhaps you have always been inside it, because there is no memory of a before, only the cold, sterile hum of the air conditioning and the smell of old varnish. The room is a cube of beige carpet and fluorescent light, a place where time does not pass so much as it pools, stagnant and thick. You are sitting at a desk that is not quite yours, though your hands feel...

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