The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The sign above the door was peeling. It had been red once. Now it was a rusted flake of paper held up by two nails. The letters were gone. Only the shape remained. A square. A promise of a door that was not there. Mara stood in the hallway. She held her suitcase. It was light. Too light. She had packed for a life that ended yesterday. "You missed the turn," a voice said. It came from the...

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