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Time

Time, your drive is speedy.
I know you always laugh at me.
I am used to your silent irony.
Once I was wedded to philosophy.
However, my clock turned to be wiser than me.
Time, my clock just mirrors your feet.
My clock just measures your speed.
Unlike me, it never asks you anything.
It never asks why something turns into nothing.
Time, you take something with your every minute.
You sound in my ears, ‘’let it be.’’
Where are the thinkers who explored your drive’s meaning?
O, the new ones have come to sit on your knees.
Time, you always make your knees free.
Their clocks show them your transparent feet.
Their clocks also sound, ‘’let it be.’’

She survived the crash. The town won’t let her survive the truth.
When Ava Monroe staggers out of a violent wreck on the edge of Black Hollow, Oklahoma, she thinks she’s escaped something—or someone. But Black Hollow isn’t a refuge. It’s a carefully constructed illusion, a town that forgets its own horrors as quickly as they happen.
Girls vanish. Memories dissolve. And no one asks why.
As Ava digs deeper, she uncovers a chilling network of power stitched together by the town’s revered benefactor, Elias Mercer—a man who has turned memory itself into a weapon. Behind church walls and beneath quiet streets, a machine breathes, feeding fear, erasing truth, and controlling an entire community.
But Ava doesn’t break.
Haunted by fragments of buried voices....