The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had turned the mud of the Fairground into a thick, sucking paste that clung to my boots with a wet, visceral grip, and I stood there in the center of the rotting Big Top, the final signature on the demolition order burning a hole in my breast pocket, a concrete want that had defined my existence for three years. I was forty-two, a border patrol agent who had spent the last decade...

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