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Having been up there for several hours, a cold and shivering Josh was
familar with the boundaries of the fair, as he could see them. From the
dried canals of the Aquarium to the left, to the Children's rides to the
right (where the painted clowns didn't do much as smile as scream) to the
Grand Entrance (which it was called) up ahead, where a pavillion of
wonders branched off into more paths then seemed possible. But outside the simple chickenwire fence (rusted but still standing), oh outside...it was a far different story. Inside the fair was the brightness of four p.m. in the winter. Outside the fence was darkness. Not just the darkness of a busted streetlamp at night and the shine of the one at the end of the block. Not even the darkness of no streetlamps at all, where the moon gains it's own light, due to your eyes adjusting. Oh no. This was the darkness of dreams. Of nightmares. This wasn't the darkness of the haunted house...it was what you would find if you made it out of the haunted house ... but the wrong way, not to the street where your car was left, but into the nothingness the house hid, like a bandage hides a terrible wound.
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