They entered laughing—hundreds of them—drawn by the music, the lights, the clown’s painted smile.

  By morning, the carnival was gone.

  No tents. No footprints.

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  No bodies.

  Only silence.

  And a red balloon, drifting in the wind,

  bearing a single word written in smeared ink:

  "Remember."

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