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" Jericho lay relaxed on the ground. "Man, what the- This dude is weird!" "Shoulders next" Suddenly, the book's brown and old cover had a golden clock drawn on it which started ringing like a huge church bell and started glowing. "Alright, I've gotta go now. See you guys or not" Jericho got up. He picked up his book and pen. "Wait!" "My watch," He looked around. "Hey, I said wait!" One of the guys shouted as he pulled Jericho back by his choker.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! It still echoes, and soon enough more can be heard as she is somewhat surrounded by clocks that are taunting and warning her of something greater than any dread that it is used to be and all that it is. She found herself in the same void, yet beyond the door that welcomes her inside. With nothingness around, but the sound of the ticking clocks. The book flew a distance from her, as it flips right to that certain page, but unlike the first ones and few, this time the image is present. With the words that burn out from the next page and right unto the black nothingness in front of her. She looks at the image of a lady in red, holding the sands of time, yet having a twin y

The books, too, which had previously been scattered on the polished surface were well arranged and other than that, everything was the same; the wall clock that ticked every second, the bookish vibes, the heavy silence. Harold lifted the books which were stacked upon each other with a few-days-old amount of dust hugging them, off the wood which they were on, and placed them away from the wall, revealing the gap to Harold and the two who stood behind him with astonishment written on their faces. Harold pushed two fingers into it and felt the same string he had the last time. He pulled it towards him the same way he had done days ago and the sleek noise like that of a well maintained and lubri

Leonard looked at the clock. The lead investigator turned back to the folders. She read and the room held the quality of reading and outside the windows the city continued in its indifferent way and the recording equipment recorded and Roarke sat with the specific condition of a weight partly transferred and Grimstone sat with the quality of a man watching the thing he had made become what it had always been intended to become.

Picking a card from Clover hand. " Yes. " Clover approved, raising her chin a bit higher in a side eye "We do all." Olive commented. "This card said great things are coming for you. " Clover stated. "But they will cost you." Olive noted, snatching the card from my hand. I tried to get the card but produced water from the other setting the card having it shiver to the ground. "We heard about that code you couldn't crack." Clover remarked. "So here's a book that will help." Olive handed me a dirty green book, the spine was broken, and it felt as it was going to break in any second. On the cover said, "The Code That the Wise One Knows.”

"Please retrieve the data." My eyes remained locked on the book as the timeline ticked dangerously close to his scheduled departure. The minutes dragged by like hours in the dim red tactical light. The digital clock finally registered exactly 20:30 hours. Suddenly, the heavy mahogany back-panel of the wardrobe slid open in complete, chilling, mechanical silence. A large, pale hand shot out from the dark, architectural void. With lightning speed, the fingers snatched the poetry book directly off my pillow. "Rocco," I whispered, scrambling off the bed and rushing toward the closet.

energy in a desperate sprint to the finish line, because that friction is what powered the Reset. "Eryx, stop fighting!" I commanded. "What?" "Stop the roar! Stop the iron! Be Still!". I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Silence. I funneled the entirety of the Ninety-Nine Chapters of Waiting—the years in the square, the months in the Abyss, the seconds between our heartbeats—into the wooden key. I didn't strike the tower. I Locked the Moment. I drove the charred, black-emerald key into the very center of the clock’s face, right where the hands met.