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It was the end of the second day of Blood on the Clocktower. False sat, fidgeting nervously as she tried to puzzle together everything that had just happened.
"I'm going to close the day." She knew what was coming, and hoped she was prepared this time.
"In 5...4..." Cleo's slow, steady countdown bore into her brain, made her want to squirm in her seat.
"3...2..." She couldn't take it. Bringing her hands up to her face, she took a few deep breaths
"1..." Being forced to close her eyes wasn't helping.
"Go to sleep."
Her head felt fuzzy.