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Clever Jack, Heavy with Stories

He walked around the chapel, once, twice, three times widdershins. He caught himself and found he had crossed over. The castle walls and towers were all gone, and the stone chapel was a lonely boulder with a great cleft leading into darkness. The forest all around was twisted, tall and thick as the curled hair of a sleeping giant, full of shadows deeper than should have been under the summer sun. The grass was bright as emeralds, richer hued than fine Holland cloth. It was trampled by the hooves of many horses, and their trail led away into the west.

“He’s gone now,” Jack told her, “taken by the king of the elves or some other dark thing, because you shamed him into foolishness.”
The Honey of the World and the Queen of Crows

The ghost of the Archbishop I had murdered began following me halfway through the trip. You see, he couldn’t cross the nunnery’s walls, but now he had caught me outside, alone. His head was broken in a strange angle, and his hands were cold as ice as they tugged at my skirts. Thankfully he was scared of the holy symbols even in death, and my habit was enough to keep him at bay.

The clock is huge, its heavy frame carved with crow feathers and bees, and I dare not look at it too long for fear the hands will start moving again.
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The clock is huge, its heavy frame carved with crow feathers and bees, and I dare not look at it too long for fear the hands will start moving again.
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