The itinerate parked his wagon with its clockwork steed
on the village green. Strings of shells, bells, and chimes hung on the eve of
the thing’s roof, sounding with the wind. When they had heard the clinking, the
children had dropped their chores and rushed to meet the wagon. They buzzed as
they waited for the occupant to emerge. When the children’s eagerness was
making them bounce up and down, the rear door opened. A large, billowing cloak
the color of shadow emerged, causing the children to gasp. The cloak threw back
its hood, revealing the face of an elf.
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