"Wait, did she really say that in the third tier cafe by the foggy pier?"
"It's where all the good jazz is played, you know. The kind that drifts off into silence, but we still hear it, somehow."
"He was holding onto that secret like it was the last breadcrumb in a forest of mysteries."
"There's an owl on the clock tower, but only at 3 AM it speaks Spanish. Have you heard it?
"They call it the Whispering Doll, but it doesn't whisper — it just listens in the creaking dark."