THE PALE CIRCUS

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THE PALE CIRCUS

The sawdust had been swept away three times already, but it still came back—finer each time, like ash from a fire that no one could remember lighting. Beatrice Holloway walked along the edge of the arena where the ringmaster's voice used to live, and the sound of her boots on the wooden planks was the only percussion left in the world. Her grandmother had told her about this place when Beatrice...

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