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The rhythmic tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway was the heartbeat of the Miller house, but for ten-year-old Marscha, it was a reminder of everything she couldn't yet control.

"Watch, Marscha," Leo grumbled, tugging at the metal. "I’m just going to kick it." Watch Marscha

Marscha didn't snap back. She was looking at the edge of the bank. She noticed the way the soil was crumbling under Toby’s sneakers even before he leaped. She noticed a hidden root slick with moss. "Toby, don't," Marscha called out. "Why not? Scared?" The rhythmic tick-tock of the grandfather clock in

She walked over, knelt in the grass, and guided Leo’s hand. "Don't pull. Wiggle the pedal backward while I guide the top loop." She was looking at the edge of the bank

"Watch Marscha," someone joked. "She’s going to calculate the wind speed first."