The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The glass in the window is not broken. It is shattered. There is a difference. You know the difference. You have held the shards. They cut deep into the palm. They do not bleed much. Just a thin, red line. Like a vein exposed. Like a map of the body’s interior. You are in the office. It is gray. The carpet is gray. The walls are gray. The light from the streetlamp outside is gray. You are a...

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