The Soul's Hourglass
ACT I: THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS (Beginning) Thomas Grayson woke to the sound of his own heartbeat—and something else. A faint, crystalline ticking, like an hourglass turning over in the darkness beneath his ribs. He sat up. The room was not the garret above his master's bakery in Whitechapel. This was a chamber of impossible grandeur: vaulted ceilings painted with celestial maps, walls lined with...
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