The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Elias. The word hit the back of my skull before the hand did. Mara’s voice, sharp and thin, cutting through the gray static of the street. I turned. She was standing on the corner, her coat too big for her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the blue scarf in the shop window across the road. "I need that one," she said. It was a simple statement. A command. The scarf was electric blue, a color that...

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