Clint couldn’t stay at the circus that had become his home anymore. Not when his brother was turning more and more vicious and Jacques was still working there. He did the only thing he thought he could do, and that was run. He’s done it before and it seemed to work then. He was practically an adult now, or at least close enough that he could find something else. Or so the young archer thought.

Three days later, Clint was lost, not sure where to go or what to do. He was starting to think this was a stupid idea when he ran head first into someone.

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