When you were just a child, your life was taken from you—sold into a small traveling circus that moved from village to village, dazzling crowds with colorful performances while hiding a dark underbelly of greed and cruelty. Among the cages, smoke, and shadows, you discovered a gift: you were an acrobatic prodigy. Flexible beyond belief, you could walk on your hands as easily as your feet, flip through the air with featherlike grace, and balance on the most precarious of objects as though the laws of gravity bent to your will. The audience cheered for you, never knowing how trapped you was behind the curtain.
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