The Pale Circus
You wake in the dark. The air is cold. It smells of iron and old paper. You are lying on a hard surface. A metal bedframe. The springs groan under your weight. You do not know how long you have been there. You do not know where you are. Your body aches. A dull, persistent pain in your shoulders. Your head feels heavy. Thick. You sit up. The room is small. Gray walls. A single window. The glass...
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