Under The Tent Top (COMPLETED)
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"Welcome, we thank you for spending your night with us. We promise you, that this will be a party you will never forget!"
Forget your troubles, prepare your payment, and welcome to The White Top Circus!
~*~
Twenty years after the East continents declared nuclear war to the West, the world regressed to their old patterns. Survival was key. People grew hungry. People grew desperate.
Yet in this life of darkness, despair and hunger - for a small fee The White Top can take it all away!
A show with the greatest wonders of man, a show with the greatest beauty of woman, and the only show with the infamous "Nightingale".
"Nightingale" has been the most loved featured show of The White Top. Word of her voice echoed through the corners of the earth, her face brought peace of mind to many, and her affect so powerful some describe it as magical.
Yet, behind the curtains a different story emerges.
So what becomes of the "Nightingale" when the show reaches it's finale? What becomes of the man who seeks to keep her? And what becomes of the man who yearns to free her?
-the circus ain't a love story-
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