“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… some things don’t want to be found.”
There’s an old story in my town…
About a little girl who never grew up.
They say she died in 1963.
Collapsed on a carousel…
and was buried too quickly.
Some believe…
she wasn’t dead yet.
I used to laugh at that.
Until I went there.
The fairgrounds were abandoned.
Rotting wood.
Broken rides.
A carousel frozen in place…
like it was still waiting for her.
At first…
nothing.
Just my footsteps.
Then—
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