At the bottom of the cracked-face clock, Elowen finds a row of tiny wind chimes hanging where no one remembers hanging them. They sing in the salt air, but the sound is thin and shivery, as if the quay itself is listening. Mira, tucked beside Elowen’s knee, points to a jam jar tied with blue twine. Inside is a scrap of paper that has begun to soften in the damp. Elowen must decide what to do before the note melts away.
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