The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water. — Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
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The clouds of night opened like ink blossoming in water.

— Christopher Fowler, Seventy-Seven Clocks
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