The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

My hands were already bleeding by the time I reached the edge of the moor, the cold air biting into the raw skin where the mainspring had slipped from my pliers, a jagged piece of coiled steel that had cut deep into my palm as I fumbled with it in the dark of my workshop. I had left the door unlocked, the clock ticks of the forty-year-old silence still echoing in the empty room behind me, a...

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