At three o'clock sharp, every soul in Piedras Blancas falls asleep exactly where they stand. The only witness is a mouse inside the clock tower, and what she finds there was left by something with very large wings.
Part 1 of 4 in The Sleeping Hour
«¡Pan caliente, pan caliente!», grita don Aurelio, el panadero. Es día de mercado en Piedras Blancas. La plaza está llena de gente.
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