The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The pot boiled. I watched the bubbles rise. They were small. Pale as milk. My sister, Elara, stood by the window. She did not look at me. She looked at the rain. It hammered the glass. The town of Oakhaven was silent. The factories had stopped. The smoke cleared. Only the rain remained. "Is it ready?" she asked. Her voice was thin. Like paper. I nodded. I did not speak. Speech was heavy. Water...

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