The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The bread did not taste like flour or water, but like the iron tang of a rusted nail pressed against the tongue, a metallic sweetness that bloomed in the back of the throat where the breath had to travel, a flavor so specific and so violent it seemed to strip the flesh from the bone and leave only the white, dry architecture of the jaw, and Thomas stood in the narrow alley behind the bakery,...

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