One Tuesday, the bells in the town square didn't chime. They groaned.
The town of Oakhaven was built on a single, unspoken rule: the truth was a social faux pas. It wasn’t that the residents were malicious; they simply preferred the comfort of a curated reality. We All Lie
A stranger named Clara arrived with a "Truth-Stone," a jagged piece of quartz she claimed would hum whenever a lie was told. Within an hour of her sitting at the local cafe, the town was vibrating. The hum was a low, constant thrum that made the windows rattle. One Tuesday, the bells in the town square didn't chime