Downtown Las Vegas · Easter Sunday · 4:47 a.m.
It came up the corridor in the dark, and by the time you reached the canopy it was already there. Walk it, if you like. It has been expecting you.

The Ring Mistress
She does not unload with the others. She crosses the street, and takes it all in.
You pass beneath her gaze and into the light. Ahead, the coaches have halted, and a voice is already working the dark.
The Barker

Step right up. You hear him before you see him — that is the whole idea.
Step inside →The Oracle

She'll tell you a sweet lie, and let you do the lying for her.
The Magician

She shows you she is lying, and you believe her anyway.
Binion's shines on the carnival's tail — the oldest ghost on the street, watching the rest of the row run west into the dark. The Midway goes on from here. This is only a slice of it.