The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

You peel the skin from the cold apple, the knife sliding with a wet, fibrous sound that cuts through the silence of the Vane study. The room is white, aggressively so, the walls painted in a shade that seems to drink the afternoon light and offer nothing back. You eat a slice. It tastes of nothing. It tastes of the air conditioning, of the sterile linoleum under your shoes, of the distance...

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