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The Clown
Theatre was a perfect recreation of the old stage and tiered seats. Everything from the floor to the seats were entirely hewn out of crude stone. The only differences were that it was almost 20 feet below the ground where the original stage was. There was no light except for the headlamp I had taken from my brother's pack. It swept over a full house, four levels of unmoving stone watches, two thumb-sized indentations focused towards the stage. A spotlight suddenly turned on, shining down onto the stage, painfully bright against the white stone. They took Danny by the hand and looked up, right at me, smiling like nothing has ever smiled since. Shall I?