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He slid a notebook across the table. "She kept these. She wrote of things you could touch and ways to touch them so they would remember your hands."

Underneath, in a different ink—one she'd used when sealing lanterns—she added, "And take care of the old men's watches." galitsin alice liza old man extra quality

He told her a story. Years ago—before the town's chimneys went quiet—Alice Liza had been apprenticed to a maker of radios and clocks. She loved the way sound hummed inside wooden boxes and the way time arranged itself like beads. She took apart things to know how they were held together, and then she put them back with the small, impossible attentions that made them last. He slid a notebook across the table