But as she reached for it, a voice slithered from a conch shell throne. A woman made of seafoam and pearls, half-lidded eyes glowing like abyssal lanterns.
“Finder,” the woman said. “I am the Tide Speaker. That clock doesn’t chime the hour. It chimes the truth.” Lezpoo Carmen Kristen
“You want me to find a ghost street?” Lezpoo asked. But as she reached for it, a voice