The Cursed Clock of Blackthorn Hollow

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umbing a ledger's bile-stained pages. "Until Rev

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a spider's skitter of tattered lace, the glint of a bone

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teeth gleaming wet. The ledger pages flipped wildly, settling on a fresh

, the front doo