In a small town where stories kitchen-brew into legends, Robert had a chair that creaked secrets. Every evening, he'd sit with the dusk painting his silhouette, and the villagers knew he was listening—this chair, the keeper of whispered histories.
"Life," the chair seemed to say, "is an unfinished symphony, composed of fragments yet to be unraveled."
When autumn arrived, the wind tugged at the edges of those stories, scattering leaves like pages of an ancient book left to flutter across the streets. Naomi, the baker's daughter, often played among these scattered tales, imagining the footprints of unseen travelers.
The clock tower's echo reminded everyone that time marched like a silent parade, indifferent yet ever-present. But the stories—those unraveled fragments—they waited, patiently, for someone to piece them together anew.
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