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Rain lashed Mia's hood, turning gravel to mud that sucked at her sneakers. The fairground fence sagged like a defeated giant, barbed wire dripping. She squeezed through, breath fogging in the chill, the distant ocean roar masking her gasp.

Carousel horses stood sentinel, paint chipped to bone-white, manes tangled with cobwebs. Faint melody scratched the air—a warped calliope tune, like laughter underwater. Mia's fingers brushed a brass pole, slick and cold; it hummed under her palm.

The platform shuddered. Hooves clopped once, twice. Mia froze, pulse hammering her throat. Wind clawed her jacket, carrying salt and rot, but beneath it, something sweet—faded popcorn. She wasn't alone; shadows stretched long from nowhere.

*Why here?* Her mind flashed: Dad's shouts, the slammed door, backpack stuffed for good. This place promised ghosts, not home. A horse's flank rippled, warm velvet under rain. Mia swung onto it, saddle creaking like old bones.

Music swelled, brass notes piercing the gale. The carousel lurched, spinning slow. Colors bled—neon ghosts flickering on, reds and blues pulsing like heartbeats. Mia gripped tight, stomach twisting, laughter bubbling from speakers cracked with ivy.

A locket swung from the pole, chain glinting. She snatched it, thumb popping the clasp. Inside, a tiny photo: her as a toddler, grinning on this very horse. But the arm hugging her? Slender, unknown, eyes shadowed just like hers.

Spin accelerated, wind whipping tears. Whispers coiled through the tune—*Mia, stay.* Her name, soft as breath on neck. Speakers crackled; faces blurred in the horses' glassy eyes—her own, but twisted, mouthing words she couldn't hear.

Brakes failed. The world smeared into a vortex of light and salt. A final laugh echoed, hers or theirs? The gate ahead warped, but the carousel pulled harder, hungry.