Pokemon Consonancia Online
On the river, on certain nights when the moon bent low and the air smelled of copper and rain, Myri still walked with jars that chimed. A hush would hover nearby, and if she stopped and struck the tuning fork that had belonged to her grandfather, the hush would answer with a long, contented interval. The city listened. It gave a small reply, a community of tones settling into place like stones on a shore.
II. The Apprentice and the Silent Note
IX. Epilogue: The Music of Imperfection