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The clock chimed once.
A fog rolled in, obscuring the moonlight.
Twice.
Flames twisted in dance, contorting within the confines of the fireplace.
Thrice.
Shadows seeped between the wooden planks, oozing darkness onto every surface.
Throughout the house, the clock’s cries reverberated until, suddenly, the cacophony died. Only silence survived.
Aether rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Are you done yet?”
Huffing, Lumine phased through the wall. “3 AM only comes once a day.”
“I know, but I need sleep.”
“Let me enjoy the time I have to materialize!”
“Okay, okay. But can you do a shorter dramatic entrance? Please.”