The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, mirrored pools where the reflection of the streetlamps stretched and warped like oil on water, and I stood on the corner of Elm and 4th, my coat damp and heavy against my shoulders, watching the clock tower strike the hour with a sound that felt less like a chime and...

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