As the mechanism turned, the music began. It wasn't a tinny lullaby. It sounded like a cello played in a cathedral—deep, resonant, and impossibly clear.
The music screamed. A sound like shattering glass tore through the air, and Elias was thrown backward. He hit the floor, gasping, his thumb throbbing and bruised. The Object of My Affection
He bought it for twenty dollars and took it to his workshop. As the mechanism turned, the music began