The Guild of Fallen Clowns

by Francis Xavier

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  Alan turned the key and pulled the panel open. As Geno promised, the Peepers mold was inside the tight space, along with the molds for Spanky and Agor. Starting with the Peepers mold, he retrieved a cutter from his pocket and got to work shredding the silicone. Satisfied that the three molds were thoroughly beyond repair, he retracted the blade and returned it to his pocket.

  Without looking back, Alan turned and walked toward the rear door. He stepped outside and the door slammed behind him. Lights dimmed in the empty building. Inside the mirrored wall, a gloved hand reached down. The fingers wrapped around the handle of Peepers’ discarded sword. As the hand raised the blade from the floor, a rising sound of psychotic laughter rumbled throughout the Labyrinth.

  FADE OUT

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