Midnight Clock

Tick tock. Tick tock.
TICK TOCK.
"Granddaddy, what's with this clock?"
He smirks at me.
"Do you really want to know, Bree? Its kind of scary."
Yes, I want to know. I've been wanting to know for the past sixteen years, or something like that. I nod my head firmly.
"Well, it all began the day your mother died..."
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Nineteen year old Bree Crimson is not your average teenager. Neither is Jacob. Or Samantha. Or Rye.
They are Midnights.
What are Midnights, you ask?
Well, there's only one way to find out...by entering the world of the Midnight Clock.