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.

in her work,

piece of clay fell away and

brushstroke breathed life into the clay, capturing

they were the last two people on earth, along with the pottery that

no

to alleviate the constant restlessness that

but extremely serene, distant and distant, as

Kellan was amazed.

the woman he had

had effortlessly disarmed him and disappeared in

had been as distant as an ancient glacier, motionless

way to a profound silence as everyone's attention

breathlessness around them was

was now struggling to process the

How can it be.

.

.

little ceramic dog that Allison had given him

nostalgia, he had smashed

figure had splintered into pieces,

.

.

or maybe not.

.

.

his attention

then, Allison had become even more reserved

regret, realizing she might have

day drew to a close and the sun began to set, Allison

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