The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The van smells of diesel and old sweat. It is a smell that has soaked into the fabric of your skin. You are seven. You are driving. Your father is in the passenger seat, his head resting against the window, his eyes closed. He is breathing shallowly. The air conditioning is broken. It is August. The heat is a physical weight, pressing against the windshield, blurring the road ahead. You do not...

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