The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bell tolled midnight. The hall was full. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded. Your brother, Thomas, sat across from you. He was smiling. The candlelight made his face look hollow, like a mask left in the rain. You did not drink. You did not eat. You watched the ink on your sleeves. It was black. It was dry. It would not wash out. "Look at you," Thomas said. He tapped the table....

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