The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain lashed against the glass of the community center, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray and black. Mara stood by the door, her hand on the cold metal latch. She did not look back. You are late, said Mr. Thorne. His voice was dry as old paper. He did not raise his head from the ledger. The numbers swam before his eyes, but the ink remained sharp, black, absolute. I am leaving,...

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