The Ringmaster
Out past the lanes, at the edge of the forest, there is a narrow path. You could swear it wasn t there yesterday. You follow it into the smothering until there is a light. A small, glittering light dancing between the distant trees. You follow the light deeper into the forest. It s getting colder now. You can see your breath. A branch snaps behind you. You look. Nothing. Next year, no hero is from the Ringmaster.
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