XII

50 words.

As the clock struck twelve there was a silence. An ominous howl began like a bow’s slow scrape against the string of a violin. She was afraid, her guilt piercing her like glass through flesh. The sound engulfed her. “Breathe,” she thought, and she closed her eyes into the quiet. 

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