Arabella | Rose Stay

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Arthur froze. He looked at his hands. They were smooth. The liver spots, the wrinkles, the arthritis that had plagued him for ten years—they were gone. He touched his face. The skin was tight. arabella rose stay

"Let me out," Arthur said.

"I’m not staying," Arthur said, clenching his fists. "I am leaving. You are dead, Arabella. You belong to the past." They were smooth

The moment the metal touched his skin, the cold seared his palm. The room shrieked—a sound like glass breaking and a woman sobbing. The shadows recoiled. The skin was tight

The room began to darken. The shadows in the corners detached themselves, slithering across the floor toward his boots. The floorboards groaned, not with age, but with hunger.