And in they went, the Livs dragging Vic-French along.
The sounds of carousel music almost made Abby go back through the door. The images of that gaping clown mouth, the silently-dancing carnival, all of that haunted her.
But this one wasn’t grey and bloody, this one was bright. And Vic was staring in awe.
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