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Leo’s hand was empty. But his mind wasn’t. He could still feel the grey drizzle. He could still hear the single, warped note. And in the corner of his vision, just for a second, he saw a porcelain mask smiling from the reflection in a dusty mirror.

And then, he found the drawer Elara thought she had locked. dreamtales comics

“Ah,” the Ringmaster said, its voice the rustle of dead leaves. “A volunteer. Not a borrower. A reader . And such a lively, un-lived soul. Perfect for the main attraction.” Leo’s hand was empty

He remembered Elara’s words: A DreamTale is a story you wear. You can wear it, or it can wear you. just for a second

The dream convulsed.