The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The silk frayed at the edge, a thread pulling loose in my hand as I tightened the knot around my neck. It was the only thing I had left of her, and it smelled of lavender and old dust, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat like a persistent guest. I walked out of the inn, the door banging shut behind me, cutting off the smell of boiled cabbage and stale beer. The town of Blackwater was...

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