She reached into her chest—not literally, but Kaelin felt her do it—and pulled out a tiny, flickering note. The note was the color of regret. It was the sound Finn had made when he disappeared.
She smiled.
“It’s missing the voice,” Kaelin whispered. parlofoon hersteller
On the eighth day, the Parlofoon stood before them: a curled serpent of a thing, with seven keys and one silent bell. She reached into her chest—not literally, but Kaelin