The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The flour dust in the air was a permanent suspension, a pale cloud that never settled, coating the back of my throat with a dry, chalky silence. I stood alone in the back room of the bakery, the only light source a single, high-set window that admitted a grey, indifferent dawn. The city outside was waking, its roar of engines and shouting voices filtering through the brickwork as a distant,...

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