Chapter 35: Surrounded by a rapt crowd, Allison gently picked up a piece of clay and sprinkled it with water.

It was then that Kellan realized that she had been deliberately slowing her pace to guide him through the basics.

In less than a minute, the clay in his hands had already begun to transform.

The art of sculpting gave way to the precision of carving.

It's like watching a movie, someone murmured, amazed.

Colton and Melany, who had previously ridiculed Allison, were now showing visible signs of anxiety, their foreheads glistening with sweat.

They scrutinized her every move, wary of any hint of deception.

Kellan expected Allison to need his help, but she only occasionally asked him to pass her a file.

Take the smallest one, he ordered calmly, his voice a firm anchor in the charged atmosphere.

His hands moved with deliberate grace and the clay seemed to yield to his touch, coming to life under his skillful fingers.

Kellan held out the file more.

small behind.

In that fleeting contact, he once again perceived the scent of plum blossoms that she gave off.

A lump formed in his throat and he gently wiped the sweat from Allison's forehead with a clean handkerchief, gently brushing his fingers against her forehead.

smooth skin.

As he removed his hand, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He marveled that her skin could be as smooth and fine as porcelain.

Allison seemed completely absorbed in her work, never

finger, a piece of clay fell away and her thin fingers moved like a

brushstroke breathed life into the clay, capturing the essence of a

Kellan felt an unusual tranquility, as if they were the last two people

no

space that seemed to

was enigmatic, young but extremely serene, distant and

Kellan was amazed.

remembered the woman he had met

disarmed him and disappeared

most fervent moments, her gaze had been as distant as an ancient

initial murmurs of admiration gave way to a profound silence as everyone's attention remained focused solely on

around them

was now struggling to process the scene before

How can it be.

.

.

little ceramic dog that Allison had given him three

had smashed

splintered into pieces, possibly severing

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

moment, his attention

reserved and had not offered

a pang of regret, realizing she might

drew to a close and the sun began

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