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“You found the hungry one,” she whispered.

The dream convulsed.

He didn’t fall asleep. He was ripped out of his body and dropped into a place that had no sky, no ground, only a ceaseless, grey drizzle falling on an infinite field of cracked asphalt. The air smelled of ozone and old tears. dreamtales comics

Leo didn’t wake up in his bed.

He woke up on the floor of the antique shop, the iron ring lying a foot away from his hand, smoking. Elara was kneeling over him, her face ashen. “You found the hungry one,” she whispered

He stopped running. He turned to face the Ringmaster. “You’re wrong,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “My story isn’t weak. It’s not written yet. And you don’t get to be the author.” He was ripped out of his body and

Outside, the afternoon sun vanished behind a single, grey cloud. And far away, like the echo of a broken calliope, Leo heard the faintest sound of applause.