The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The great iron lung of the carnival expanded and contracted in the rhythmic darkness, a mechanical heartbeat that synchronized with the pulse of the boy, Thomas, who stood at the center of the arena. The air was thick with the scent of ozone, burnt sugar, and the metallic tang of blood, a cocktail of scents that hung heavy in the industrial twilight. Above him, the canvas roof of the big top...

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