"Did you hear that? No, the other one. It's always... what's the word? Always cropping up in places you wouldn’t expect... like the place behind the old hardware shop. You know, the one they never seem to finish painting over."
"Twilight market. I think that's what they call it anyway. That's where they go, you see, when nobody's around... when the clocks forget to tick."
"And amidst the shadows loiter conspicuously, the specters repeating each other's names in chasing loops until you’re dizzy and nothing feels real."
"Which reminds me, there was this thing I meant to say... or was it the thing that meant to say me? Anyway, it had something to do with the blue light, out by the fountain..."
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