Carnival Dancer by PompaElite
via Thursday Tales

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IT IS well past midnight, the last of the revellers have long gone home and the staff at the carnival grounds has retired for the much-needed rest before another gruelling day. The rides have fallen uncharacteristically silent; the electricity supply to them cut off for the night. A strange stillness envelopes the place. Nobody knows it but, powered by an even more potent force, soon the horses in the carousel will give a loud neigh, rear up their heads and start their nightly merry-go-round. As the world sleeps unaware, it is time for the resident Carnival Spirit to come out and play.

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