The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The iron lung hissed. It was a dry, rhythmic sound, like a snake clearing its throat in the dark. Mara lay still. The metal frame gripped her ribs. It pulled. It pushed. In and out. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and stale sweat. She watched the dust motes dance in the beam of the single bulb. They moved with a purposeless grace. She counted them. One. Two. Three. Her mind was a...

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