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Welcome back to the Circus of Brass and Bone! It's the end of civilization, but the show...must go on.
Episode 10
What the Watchers Saw
Download MP3 podcastChristopher Knall*, ringmaster- and clown-in-training
Not too far from New York City
Wind whistled through the branches. If that wind hadn't set the fortune teller's veil to flapping, Christopher wouldn't have seen it. It had been tied around a tree branch a good four feet above head level, and the veil blended with the dark gray of the tree bark.*
His boots crunched across the snow as he searched around the base of the marked tree. A couple of feet away, he found a depression where the snow and leaves looked like they'd been recently disturbed. He knelt in the snow and dug.
He found the fortune teller's eye-shatteringly bright kaftan, her shawls, a number of her rings and necklaces--and nothing else. Huffing with frustration, he straightened and dusted the snow from his knees. A single line of footprints led up to the clothing cache.
None led away.