The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
8 min on the Yonge-University line, southbound
The first night, not the first night as in opening night, that was still months away, but the first night of training Kaylie Belle went four hours before she found water and fourteen before she found food. She wasn’t allowed to use her cane and certainly not a guide dog. This week would be better. Camilla promised. By the end of training Kaylie Belle would know every flap of every tent, every fold of every curtain. She would know her way around the tents as fluidly as she knew the tunnels beneath them. Most impressively, she would master the flying arts by learning the intangible shifts in the air currents high above the seats.
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