The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The air in the Grand Pavilion smells of burnt sugar and old rain, a cloying sweetness that coats the back of your throat and settles in the lungs like a fine, gray dust, masking the sharper scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of the blood that has seeped into the floorboards over centuries of performance. You stand at the edge of the sawdust ring, your boots sinking slightly into the...

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