Unease settled over the city like a shroud. Painted faces, stretched into grotesque smiles, appeared overnight down every dark turn. Whispers traveled faster than the wind, chilling tales of figures lurking at the edges our sight, their laughter echoing in the dead of night. These weren't playful jesters or whimsical performers. These were harbingers of something wicked, their colorful faces a mask for a darkness that promised only terror. Enter the clowns. Things, are about to get strange.

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