Sleep well.

I didn’t see her. But the twelfth mug was warm to the touch.

And when you pair it with — well. You don’t whisper that. Not if you want to sleep through the night.

Amy Dark, the story goes, collects Longdozens. She doesn't take your soul. She doesn't kill you.

Just leave. Count your own fingers as you go. If you have ten, you’re fine. If you have twelve… it’s already too late.