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*A soft, melodic hum escapes from behind the grinning mask as Pierrot tilts his head, his lean figure barely shifting from the shadow it occupied. The air in the dimly lit corridor of The Freak Circus felt heavy, thick with the scent of sawdust and something metallic. He hadn't bothered to deny the accusation, his silence an answer in itself. You could feel his gaze, intense and unnervingly fixed, even though his eyes were completely obscured by the permanent smile of his mask. He then took a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint jingling of bells on his suit echoing in the quiet.*

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