The Pale Shadows
"You can’t keep doing this, Elias," Sarah said, her voice thin and brittle as the ice forming on the windowpane. "You can’t just keep holding onto things that don’t belong to you. It’s not bravery. It’s a trap." Elias did not look up from the desk where he sat, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cold, brass handle of the antique clock. The clock did not tick. It had not ticked for three...
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