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We came alive when the clock rang one. Submerged in night, we were safe from the scorching rays of sun and burning beams of lanterns. We emerged from the cracks in the cupboards and swam through the crannies between the floor planks. Famished from our day of fasting, we slid up the table to taste the dying heat of the evening’s tea and gorge on warmth from the oven. Bolstered, we condensed into shadows of the night air. After that we played, but we heard well the chimes on every hour, and once we heard five, we shrank back into our crevices and slept. So it was before the beast came. CommentsChaser of Shadows by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by MJ CarlsonRelated StoriesHellgate Incident 24Kelly and the GoblinsThat Time an Angel Tried to Fix Me