The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Ioanna Stefanou woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, her hands still locked in the shape of a throat. The dream was always the same. Her father, dead ten years now, reaching out from the grey mist. His fingers closing, not to strangle, but to hold. To keep her from falling. She sat up in the narrow bed of the university lab, the grant expiring in three days, the walls sweating with the...

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