Morning arrived wrapped in soft mist that clung low over the river and blurred the edges of every roof and tree. Inside the shop the air was still and warm and filled with familiar scent. Elias was already at work preparing timber for a new commission while Mara moved between shelves gathering supplies. They moved in easy rhythm now each one knowing exactly where the other would be and what was needed next. There was no need to call out or check progress constantly. Their work and their lives were fitting together like well‑cut joinery tight and sure.
When Mara came near to set down her load Elias paused and turned toward her. He had learned to speak more freely now though his voice remained deep and calm as always. “I have been thinking about how we build things here. Every strong piece
