The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The man in the doorway held a letter. It was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of lavender and old paper. He wore a uniform of dark blue wool, pressed so sharp it seemed to cut the air around him. His face was pale, drained of color by the long journey and the weight of what he carried. He did not speak. He simply held the letter out. The hand was steady. The fingers were long and thin, like...

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