The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass was cold against my palm. I held it with a grip that felt both tentative and absolute, as if the object were a living thing about to bite. We stood in the grand hall of the estate, a place of towering columns and shadows that pooled in the corners like spilled ink. The air was still, heavy with the scent of old paper and dried lavender. My father stood before me, his back rigid, his...

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