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The eyes were lain upon me, and the dark whispering quiver of night threatened all that I held dear. It crept closer, that looming black shadow, that wild beast, the thumping knot in my throat. Pandora's Box has opened. |
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| Meghan Schuttler Inner workings. Tick tock, tick tock. Gadgets and spools, blood on the tools. Broken window pane.
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Intangibility
Length: pgs.
Format: not selling
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