The Pale Circus
The banquet hall of the Institute for Advanced Behavioral Correction was a cathedral of artificial light, its chandeliers casting a glare so intense it seemed to bleach the color from the walls and the faces of the guests. It was a Friday night, which meant the faculty was in a state of performative relaxation, loosening their ties and speaking in the hushed, conspiratorial tones of those who...
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