MISTRESS OF NIGHT
A vile and despicable creature
Neither the pulpit, nor the altar or even a school play
Look, these many years I have served you, and I have never disobeyed your command
Time does not rush. It circles. From small desks to larger ones, from raised hands to raised reports, the motion remains and...
NEW BEGINNINGS He sat by the reception desk, waiting and twitching. His eyes flicked to his watch again. Time was crawling....
How can this be?
The dream is ash. The bell is mute. This is the sound of grief after the fall. A season of cheer that feels like a countdown...
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes have slipped through the hourglass, yet the echo remains. The...
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