The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth. The dream was still there, thick and black, clinging to the back of my throat. In the dream, the sky was the color of a bruise. I was running. The ground was soft, like rotting leaves. I knew I would not stop until my heart stopped. I opened my eyes. The ceiling of the cabin was dark. The moon cut a pale sliver through the window. It hit the...

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