The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The wrench slipped in my hand, the steel skidding across the rusted flange of the main truss, and the sound it made was a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the humid air of the grandstand. I caught it before it hit the deck, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the erratic, mechanical thumping of my own heart, a rhythm that had begun to sync with the creaking of the timber three...

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