The Golden Song
The first thing Elias counted was the weight of the silence in the border town of Veldt, a heaviness that pressed against his eardrums like water against a dam. He stood at the window of their rented room, watching the dust settle on the cobblestones below, and he knew that the town held its breath, waiting to see if the new clockmaker would bring order or chaos. Mara stood behind him, her...
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