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  • The Lost Hours

    Melodic chimes resonate from a chorus of chrome-rimmed clocks mounted in every room. The final tolls of the temporal hivemind that infest the house sing in an inauspicious harmony. In each identical face, bold blue numbers suspended in darkness display the time. 10:00pm

  • The Observer

    The call is strong tonight. Stronger than it’s been in a while. But I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I don’t know if I can face whatever lies beyond. Rainwaters batter the roof while thunder and violent winds threaten to crumple what remains of this castle. It’s been raining for days. The air is…