The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Mara’s fingers were steady as she adjusted the IV line, the plastic tube cool and slick against her thumb, a small, precise correction in a room that felt like it was slowly collapsing inward. The air in Room 304 was recycled, dry, and tasted of antiseptic and old dust, a sterile vacuum that sucked the heat from her skin. Her mother, Elise, lay beneath the white sheets, her breathing a shallow,...

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