The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The report lay on the wet bench, its pages slick and heavy with the November rain that had turned the county road into a slurry of mud and broken gravel. I held the document by the corner, trying to keep the ink from smearing, but the water had already claimed the bottom third of the page, blurring the figures for the welfare disbursements into a dark, illegible smear. I was forty-two years...

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