Book One: The Swing Clock

Book One: The Swing Clock

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It was just a feather. White. Weightless. harmless. Until the sky began to bleed color-feathers of every shade, pouring down like rain. Not from birds. Not from anything living. People screamed. Others froze. Some remembered things they shouldn't have. A life before in the dark corners or in the bright sky. He remembers a time that no one speaks of. A truth even time has tried to bury. That even the gods never speak because it killed all of one. But if the feathers are falling again...then who knows... Only Time will tell... Book One: The Swing Clock Part of the Time Doesn't Tell book series
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