Infernal Racket: 11:55pm
Again, I waited. For what, I did not know. The wind blew stronger. The floor spoke louder. And, still, the time moved on by the clock and its ticking before me. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The sound of its ticking pierced the air. It echoed around me, like a ringing in my ears. Inescapable. All throughout that barren room. My nerve, my nerve, I lost my nerve all by the ticking of that infernal clock. 11:55.
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Death Becomes Us
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