The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The train cut through the gray spine of the city like a needle through old flesh, and I sat in the corner of the carriage, watching the rain smear the windows into a blur of silver and charcoal. I was not a man, not anymore, nor was I entirely a ghost. I was something in between, a residue of a promise I had made to Margaret, a vow that had curdled in my blood into a cold, hard knot. My name,...

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