The year is 1876, and the town of Starbell glimmers with a beauty that borders on the unreal. By day, it is charming. it’s cobblestone streets lined with florists, bakeries, bright market stalls, and brass-lantern cafés. But when the sun sinks, the town awakens into something far stranger.
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@AliaKieraThe moon hung low above Starbell when the Night Circus arrived, its carriages rolling in like ghosts made of gold and velvet.
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