As the aconitine seeps down into Ted’s tear ducts from the plunger, he hears the soft whispered words drift by. “I told you there would be consequences.” He had almost come to crave those soft feminine whispers, late at night, stealing time wherever time could be found.
As time ran out, his final thought stumbled through his already collapsing mind. “She was right, I can’t play with time forever…”
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