The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The road was gray. The sky was gray. My husband’s face was gray. We drove in silence. The tires hummed a low, dull note. It sounded like a warning. Or a lullaby. I did not care which. We were leaving. The house sat behind us. It grew smaller. Then it was gone. Just a smudge of glass in the rearview mirror. I did not look back. I could not. If I looked, I would see the life I had built. And I...

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