The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You are holding the coat. It is a heavy thing, wool so thick it seems to absorb the light around you, dyed a color that has faded not to gray, but to a dull, bruised violet. It smells of wet dog and old paper. You have been holding it for three days. In the Hall of Whispers, which exists only in the space between the second and third strikes of the clock in the old town square, the air is thin...

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