The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain has not stopped. It taps against the glass of the touring car, a steady, dull rhythm that matches the throbbing in your temples. You are driving. Your hands grip the wheel, white-knuckled, the leather creaking under the strain. The road is a slick ribbon of black mud, winding through the hills where the trees stand like sentinels, stripped of leaves by the early frost. Inside the car,...

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