Chapter 62 A Tangle Of Fate And Fear Two

• Not just in the way that sight naturally adjusted in the dark. It was clearer, too clear. I had somehow stepped closer to the scenes without moving at all.
• I could make out the faded silver coating of the streetlights, the subtle sway of an old porch swing, the flicker of movement behind curtained windows, the creases on the skin of passing strangers.
• A dull pressure settled behind my eyes, like a harsh whisper scratching against the inside of my skull and it itched.