We are one now, little brother, you and I, Sebastian said. We are one.
For a storyteller, an open ending leaves much room for imagination; for the inquisitive reader, however, it is a source of great anxiety.
No, Rae, the clocks won't chime again, these clocks have marked my fall." - Fletcher Green
Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought,...