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For three years, Faustina has been a fixture of the monastery-a silent, hollow girl who scrubs floors with mechanical grace and stares through the sanctuary glass as if waiting for the world to end. To the nuns, she is a puzzle of trauma, a child who survived the fire that turned her village to ash. To the monastery, she is merely a silent observer.
But Faustina is not waiting for rescue; she is waiting for the danger that followed her.
She survives by keeping her secrets in the shadows of the sanctuary, using stolen charcoal to sketch a reality the sisters cannot see: a monastery becoming a gilded trap, a clockwork prison where every inhabitant is being subtly "harmonized" by a mysterious benefactor named Saer Piast. When the wealthy merchant prince arrives to "rehabilitate" the monastery, he brings with him the sweet, cloying scent of a wine cellar-the same scent that haunted the barrel where Faustina once hid from the blaze.
As the nuns begin to harden into porcelain dolls, tethered by invisible strings, the sanctuary wall begins to crack. Faustina's only hope lies in the rhythmic, "jingle-jangle" chords of the Traveling Bard who once saved her-a woman who taught her that a soul is only lost when it forgets its own melody.
In a world of glass walls and string-pulling masters, Faustina must decide if she will remain a marble saint or embrace the white, silent fire of her own identity. The toy maker is closing in, the collection is growing, and the song of the road is the only weapon left to shatter the crystal cage.