The King of All Things

Shadows whisper a warning on nights like these.

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Abigail always hated walking home after her night class. Her dorm was only a ten-minute walk away from the brickstone conservatory, but that did little to help in the first strains of colder weather when every sound crackled or hissed in a special kind of way to make her feel as if she were ready to jump out of her skin.