The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

Chapter One "You’re late again, Marisol." The voice belonged to my brother, Luis, sitting on the edge of the sink in the storage room we used to call the nursery. It smelled of damp plaster and old coffee grounds, a scent that had seeped into the walls of the last union local hall before they evicted us. I was thirty-two years old, and I held a duplicate Social Security card in my left hand,...

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