The Night Circus
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The circus arrives without warning. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Against the grey sky the towering tents are striped black and white. A sign hanging upon iron gates reads:Opens at NightfallCloses at DawnAs dusk shifts to twilight, tiny lights begin to flicker all over the tents, as though the whole circus is covered in fireflies. When the tents are aglow, sparkling against the night sky, the sign lights up:Le Cirque des RêvesThe Circus of DreamsThe gates shudder and unlock, see
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