In the canal-laced city of Vellsmouth, where bridges sighed under the weight of too many secrets, there paddled a duck that shouldn’t exist. Its feathers weren’t white or mallard-green, but the precise

In the quiet village of Willow Hollow, children whispered about the rabbit that only appeared under a full moon. "His fur is silver," they said. "His eyes glow like lanterns," they

In the crooked, cobblestoned town of Whisperwick, children didn't grow up—they wound down. Mr. Holloway's Toy Emporium stood at the end of High Street, its windows filled with clockwork dolls that blinked