The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You wake in a bed that is not yours, the mattress sinking with a weight that feels less like a body and more like a debt unpaid. The air is thick, stale with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a sensory fog that clings to the inside of your lungs. You are a man of the law, or at least you were, until the ledger of your life was audited by poverty and found wanting. Now you are merely a...

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