The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The train does not stop, it merely pauses, holding its breath in a tunnel of soot and steam, and you sit in the upper berth with your knees drawn up to your chest, watching the darkness outside the window smear against the glass like a bruise that refuses to heal, while somewhere in the shadows of the lower cabin, the old woman named Margaret watches you with eyes that are not quite eyes, but...

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