The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The rain had stopped, leaving the air in Oakhaven thick and heavy with the smell of wet earth and rot. Maren stood by the open grave, watching the dirt settle over her father’s coffin. She was thirty-two, though her skin, pale and translucent, made her look like a ghost who had forgotten to leave. Five thousand dollars. That was the debt left behind, a number that sat in her chest like a stone....

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