The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Eleanor Vane did not wake so much as she surfaced, a sputtering diver rising from the dark, cold water of a dream where a single, impossible lily floated upon a surface that was not water but solid, obsidian glass, its petals unfurling with a slow, deliberate grace that seemed to mock the frantic, jagged edges of the waking world, for in the dream the lily was eternal, a thing of pure,...

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