Chapter 32
It’s time.
Time didn’t pass in the glass of the pocket watch. Days didn’t change. It was one moment, eternally, played over and over in reverse. Alistair’s last night on the island as a little girl. After this moment, she knew she followed the fox down the path. Alistair watched the glass, waiting to see what to do, where to go, unaware of just how much time had actually passed on the island. How many suns had set. Her world was now only what the pocket watch showed her, drawing her deeper and deeper into her fractured memories and one never-ending moment—Narcissus without a reflection.
Alistair.
She found the fox in glimpses; furtive peeks as it bounded behind her, darting away in surreal reverse every time she heard the voice, catching sight of its fiery fur in the cracked
