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Carousel

“Help I can’t get off” A child’s voice was calling outside in the darkness. It was early and the morning was cold with a veil of mist all around, autumn was setting in. The voice had woken Bob, surely someone else could hear it. The cries for help persisted. Bob quickly dressed and left his room in a hurry, concerned. By now the cries for help seemed further away, further down the street, Bob followed the sound peering through the early morning half-light until he reached a small park. He never expected what he saw, the strangest thing. A carousel,…