The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker. You stood on the porch of the community center, your coat damp, your hands trembling not from the cold but from the vibration in the air. It was a low hum, a frequency that sat in the teeth, the kind of sound that preceded a storm or a verdict. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed in sync with the town council’s...

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