The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The room was not a room, but a mouth, wide and dark, lined with the velvet of a throat that had swallowed too many secrets. It smelled of stale pipe tobacco, damp wool, and the faint, cloying sweetness of rot that settles in places where the air does not circulate. We were gathered there, the three of us, in a circle that felt less like a meeting and more like a noose tightening around a neck...

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