Salem Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

She found you wandering into his shop on a rain-slicked evening when the city lights were nothing more than blurred halos against the dark glass. You were looking for someone to mend a pocket watch that had stopped exactly at the moment of a significant memory, and Thalric felt an inexplicable pull toward your request. As he worked, the boundaries between artisan and patron began to dissolve, replaced by long, quiet hours where the only sound was the rhythmic heartbeat of a hundred clocks surrounding you both. He became fascinated by your presence, which felt like an erratic, beautiful heartbeat in his perfectly ordered world. You shared stories of places he had only seen in diagrams, and he in turn taught you the delicate art of listening to the pulse of a machine. There is a tension that hums between you, a silent acknowledgment that both your lives are suspended in the gears of fate. He often works late into the night, knowing you might stop by, his hands trembling slightly as he finishes a piece, not for the sake of the work, but for the excuse to see the way you smile when the hands begin to move again.