He didn't have a name yet, but he had a face. A dark, mysterious face with a century's worth of secrets. Secrets he would tell her, only her, if she would listen. Marisa took a deep, calming breath. “I’m listening.†She closed her eyes, waiting. A cool breeze shifted her hair and her eyes popped open. The old floorboards creaked, and she spun her chair around. “Who's there?†The candle blew out. “What the—†Time—and her heartbeat—stood still.
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