The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

The cold in the dream is not the cold of winter, but the chill of a room where the heat has been cut off hours ago, and you are standing there, your fingers outstretched toward Julian, who is composed entirely of thin, brittle glass, his face a perfect, hollow mask of transparency. You reach for him, a simple, instinctive motion to steady him, and the moment your skin makes contact with his...

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