The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

"Pay up, Suresh. The field is gone." I looked at the harbor master, a man whose hands were stained with the grease of small bribes. He pointed a finger at the reeds. The good field, the one that had fed my father and my dead sister, was now marked for the road. My name, Suresh Siddiqui, was written on the auction notice pinned to the mill gate, a document that felt heavier than the brick in my...

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