The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The jar was cracked, a hairline fracture running from the rim to the base, and I could feel the cold seeping through the glass into the flesh of my palm, a sensation so sharp it felt like a needle piercing the nerve, and we were sitting in the back of the wagon, the wheels grinding against the frozen mud of the road, while the rain hammered against the canvas top with a rhythm that sounded like...

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