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November 8, 2024 “It must have fallen off the shelf at some point and rolled under your desk,” Death’s secretary mused. She held the hourglass up, careful not to move any of the sand as it lay on its side. The light from the room’s stained glass window
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Started March 18 - ended March 28, 2021 The fortune teller at the fair was a little sharp, with somewhat of an attitude. Her hair looked matted and her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. It also looked like there were dark bags under her eyes, but that might’