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This story is owned and copyrighted by author Chrystal Wynd.
Every fall, the carnival comes to Chrystal Heights.
The carnival sits away from the city limits proper. This is ostensibly so the lights and noise doesn't bother the residents, but everyone knows it's actually so as to allow the comings and goings to remain a matter of personal business. After all, say the many, what happens at the carnival should stay with the carnival.
It's an ordinary carnival in many respects. Once you step inside the gates, you will be assaulted with a variety of noises and aromas. You will hear music, screaming children and carnies hawking game challenges. A deep breath will reveal the presence of cotton candy and popcorn stands. Lights and flashes will tickle the edges of your vision. It might be the same carnival it was thirty years previous, and it could easily be the same carnival twenty years from now. It is, after all, an ordinary carnival in many respects.