The Wistful Saga
The silver watch lay on the kitchen table, its face cracked down the middle, the glass shattered into a web of tiny, jagged teeth. I held it in my palm, feeling the cold metal bite into the soft meat of my hand, the sharp edges slicing through the skin as I tried to turn it over. It was Elise’s gift, the one she had pressed into my hands on our wedding day, the day the town still whispered...
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