The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

My hands were already shaking when I reached for the ledger, the paper slick with condensation from the cold iron of the cage. I am Thuỳ Huong, thirty-two, and I have spent the last six hours arguing with Mr. Dang about a file that does not exist, or perhaps one that I am too afraid to admit I hid. The abandoned municipal zoo smells of wet fur and rust, a scent that has seeped into the lining...

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