THE MISSING HOURS

THYME'S POV (Age 18)

​The glass wall of my consciousness didn't just break; it detonated.

​Searing, blinding gold flooded the lightless ocean, incinerating the oily sludge of Khyme's grip. For the first time, the void screamed back. My fingers snapped shut—not with his murderous hunger, but wi...

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