The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The note was pinned to the door of the inn with a rusted nail, the paper yellowed by damp and handled by too many fingers. It read: *No fiddle playing after dark. The fog takes the sound. You will pay for what you steal.* You read it twice, your thumb tracing the ink, feeling the grit of the dust under your nail. Outside, the wind pressed against the shutters, a cold, wet hand trying to peel...

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