The Hourglass of the Pines | Intro
I pressed my fingers along my jaw as if I could feel where the mask would settle, and where it might crack if I wasn’t careful. Because once I stepped out of this car and crossed the threshold into the cabin, it wouldn’t be temporary. The silence and all the secrets would be mine, and the life I would live I’d have to live so completely that even I might forget where the mask ended… and I began.
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