The Puppet
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The morning sun painted gold across the cobblestones as my brother and I joined the crowd gathering for the traveling puppet theater. We’d heard tales of the master puppeteer—whispers of velvet-clad marionettes that seemed to breathe, their stories so vivid they haunted dreams. The show unfolded like a feverish fairytale: knights dueling with shadow-wolves, a weeping willow that bled starlight, a princess whose porcelain face cracked to reveal gears beneath. Applause thundered as the curtains closed, but my brother tugged my sleeve, eyes bright. “Let’s meet him!” We slipped backstage, past moth-eaten drapes reeking of sawdust and old magic. The puppeteer’s smile stretched too wide as he signed our playbills with ink that glistened like wet coal. Then the world tilted—a sack over my head, ropes biting my wrists. When the blindfold tore free, we knelt in a cellar stinking of varnish and mildew, surrounded by half-carved puppets with human eyes. The artist’s laughter echoed through the walls as strings slithered toward us. No time to scream. No choice but to twist free, to turn this nightmare of wood and wire against its maker before our bones became just another part of the show.
