The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The dream is always the same: a white light, blinding and silent, washing over a city that has forgotten its own name, and then the waking, which is worse, because in the waking you can feel the heat. It starts in the center of your left palm, a dull, radioactive throb that pulses in time with your heartbeat, a physical manifestation of the lie you are currently telling the Chief Archivist. You...

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