He carried a wooden crate. He stopped, adjusting his hat, and looked directly at Elara.

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Elara took the crate, its weight surprising her. She hadn't seen the city burn. Not yet. But as her fingers touched the wood, the metallic tang returned, and the sky in her mind began to turn a terrifying, brilliant orange. Story Elements

In the reflection, she wasn't standing in the shop. She was standing on a rain-slicked pier. A bell rang—three slow, heavy tolls—and a man in a tan trench coat stepped off a boat, his face obscured by a brimmed hat. He carried a wooden crate marked with a red wax seal. As he looked up, Elara saw his eyes. They were bright, unnatural violet.