The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The candle flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the damp stone walls of the archive, where the air smelled of dust and old paper, and you held the ledger tight against your chest as if it were a shield against the cold that seeped through your thin nightshirt. You were twelve years old, Elias, a boy who had learned to work the night shift at St. Jude’s Orphanage because the day...

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