She gave me a pocket watch with no hands.
“In exchange,” she said, “pour me a drink that makes me older.”
“That’s not how age works.”
“It is if you know things faster than you’re supposed to.”
I hesitated, then brewed Hourfall Mead—dripped from bells that chime backwards.
She drank.
“Now I know who I become,” she whispered.
She walked out without the watch.114Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeCzf1jQo5Y
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