The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, suffocating curtain that turned the mud of the decommissioned rodeo arena into a slick, treacherous mirror. I stood in the center of the dirt track, my boots sinking with every slight shift of weight, the badge in my pocket feeling less like a symbol of authority and more like a stone dragging me down into the earth. Sheriff Vance...

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