The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The lamp is dead. You know it is dead. The glass shade, once clear and thick as river ice, is now a cloud of soot and grime. It hangs from the hook in the center of the room. It swings. A slow, heavy pendulum. The wood of the frame is cracked. The brass is dull. It is an artifact. A relic. You are a man of law. You wear the badge. The gold is tarnished on your belt. You do not care about the...

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