The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The house smelled of dust and old paper. Elias stood in the center of the living room, his shoes silent on the hardwood. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He was looking for a signature. He was looking for a name. The walls were bare. The floorboards groaned under his weight. He walked to the window. The glass was cold. Outside, the rain fell in thin, gray sheets. It...

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