That incident was thankfully an isolated one. Stacey apologized for overstepping her boundaries and we moved past it. She eventually married, and had two children. A girl named Tatiana first, then a boy named Ashton. She brought them over to meet me one day. Oh, how wonderful the kids were. I went to the basement to retrieve some gifts I had made for the children. All of a sudden, the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up, like soldiers in the presence of a President. I'm sure I locked the door behind me. I turned around just in time to see Stacey's son reach up and stroke the exposed surface of the hourglass.
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The Beginning
Short StoryI think this is considered a prequel but I'm new to writing books so I wouldn't know. The actual book this little short story is leading to is going to be called Eternal and I will start releasing chapters sometime January, depending on the size of...
