The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rusted door of the truck groaned as you shoved it against the wind, the sound a dry crack that echoed off the empty desert floor. Your hands, mapped with the fine white scars of a lifetime of handling brittle things, trembled on the steering wheel, not from the cold that was creeping in from the cracked window, but from the gnawing, irrational certainty that you were being watched. The...

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