The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The signature pen in your hand is a cheap Bic, the kind that leaks blue ink onto the thumb if you hold it too long, and it feels slick and cold against the paper of Form 402-B. You are standing in the hallway of the Blackwood Manor, a space that smells of damp plaster and rotting wood, waiting for the seal of the preservation society to release the demolition permit. You want this building...

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