Epilogue
Hundreds of people held their breath at the same time with their necks craned upward. For the last hour, they’d been treated to stunning displays of aerobatics, acrobatics, balancing acts, and trapeze catches. Just when they thought they couldn’t be wowed any more, the masked man had appeared. Suspended from a split silken band, the man with the metallic blue hair had absolutely no fear. A perfect specimen of male physique, the performer’s strong limbs held him easily through each swing, each twist, and each gravity-defying hold.
The old man smiled in appreciation.
‘In my next life I want to come back as a piece of circus silk,’ the young redhead in the seat next to him whispered to her friend. ‘Look at the way it’s wrapped around his thigh. I’m jealous. Of silk. Seriously.’
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