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Heath turned the ticket over. The paper hummed like something alive. His fingers were warm enough to steady the ghostly ink.

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At the Moonlit Market, the main stage was a carousel that had retired from merry-go-round service to become a performance platform. Frankie Stein, electric bolts of laughter crackling around her, was sound-checking. Her amp hummed like a well-caffeinated thunderstorm. Nearby, Deuce Gorgon adjusted contacts that doubled as spotlights; his snakes coiled like sentries, each flicking a tiny iridescent tongue to tune the lights. Heath turned the ticket over