And standing over him, a rain-soaked, bewildered boy with a golden eye and a shaking hand, was Gilbert. Older. Warier. A gun in his hand and a chain-smoked grief clinging to him like a shroud.
The clock in the distance began to chime. The gears of the Abyss turned faster. The Tragedy of Sablier was not over. It was only beginning. pandora heart oz
“Oz,” the Duke whispered, as if saying goodbye to a nightmare, “you should have never existed.” And standing over him, a rain-soaked, bewildered boy
“I’ve found you,” she said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “My lost contractor.” A gun in his hand and a chain-smoked
Oz looked at her, then at Gilbert, who was weeping silently, his cigarette falling from his lips. He felt the cold metal of his own truth, the empty echo where a heart should be. But he also felt the warmth of Gil’s hand on his shoulder. He felt Alice’s fury on his behalf. He felt Ada’s letters, filled with love he didn’t deserve.