The paper-thin watchmaker translated the weight of an unsent apology along a riverbank stitched with fireflies. The feral violinist befriended the silence between two heartbeats beneath the brass clocks of the southern station. The electric stranger decoded a map of impossible coastlines above a market that traded only in secrets. The story, if you could call it that, had only begun.
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