Sanctuary (A Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock... The only sound that could be heard throughout the dark room was the muffled ticking of an old clock. The rhythmic sound of the aged gears turning were enough to lull even the most restless of people into a state of silent peace. The constant rotation of the cogs within that old face was what the young earl drifted off to sleep with every night.Sleep was a luxury that offered him an escape from the lonely reality he was subjected to day in and day out. It was something that he secretly looked forward to every morning. Sleep was more than generous toward the boy. Most of the time he was plunged into a da
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