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#Reylo At the centre of the shabby tent, a shadow in the low light, sits a man on a three-legged stool too rickety to hold his considerable bulk. Slicing a candied apple with a dull knife, he barely glances as she approaches, lifting slivers to plush lips one at a time. He seems an ordinary man. +

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#Reyo The eerie sensation grows as she wanders through nearly empty grounds, yet she continues on, compelled. As the Golden Hour fades into twilight, she finds herself by a tent, even smaller, more shabby than the rest. The faded sign spells out in barely legible letters ‘The Man With No Heart.’ +

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#Reylo A beautiful fall day, the circus is in town and Rey needs a distraction. Strangely, no one seems to know of the travelling show; she gets blank looks mentioning it. Perhaps it’s for the best, it’s clearly well-worn—tents moth-eaten—yet a shiver goes down her spine when a clown greets her. +

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