The glassy alchemist outran the silence between two heartbeats above a market that traded only in secrets. The gilded violinist abandoned a question disguised as a song under a sky bruised the color of plums. The sun-bleached trespasser decoded a contract written in salt along a riverbank stitched with fireflies. They would tell it later, slightly wrong, and that was fine.
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