Ninety Seconds

Ninety seconds. The ferry clock hangs askew. Frozen at one minute thirty seconds past five o'clock. Lora glares. Wills the black minute hand backward. If she just had the time to live over ... The thin red hand clicked past the twelve. Lora turned and leaned over the rail. She inhaled the…

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The Worry Curse, Part Thirty

Feral yowls whirled down the foggy alley as Laina's boots scuffed up the wide concrete steps to Harbor Towers. Horror Towers, as the media tagged them. Mist fingered through the bars on the lower story windows. She yanked open the entry door and its hinges responded with a whining cackle. After…

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The Worry Curse, Part Thirty

Feral yowls whirled down the foggy alley as Laina's boots scuffed up the wide concrete steps to Harbor Towers. Horror Towers, as the media tagged them. Mist fingered through the bars on the lower story windows. She yanked open the entry door and its hinges responded with a whining cackle. After…

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