Dark Carnival

Previously

…“No,” Silas said, a grim certainty settling over him. “It’s not.” He looked at Barnaby, then back at Elara. “My sister is missing. And I think this carnival is responsible.” Barnaby Grumbles let out a long, weary sigh, the sound heavy with the weight of years and a dawning, unwelcome responsibility. He looked from Silas’s determined face to Elara’s earnest one, then back towards the distant, faintly visible lights of the Dark Carnival, a grotesque beacon on the horizon. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a show.”