Our story
It began with a frame on my grandfather's wall.
Walter kept a wooden frame in his hallway - four little silver coins behind glass, each one an animal. A scruffy terrier. A barn cat with one ear. A dog in a soldier's collar. A rabbit that never missed the garden. I walked past them for years without really looking
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Then he told me their names. Pip, who followed him to school. Marigold, who raised her kittens in his father's boot. Sergeant, who waited at the gate the whole time he was away. Thistle, who ate every cabbage he planted. A coin for every animal his family had ever loved.
I left an office job I didn't love to learn this at his bench - cutting a likeness by hand, the slow way, the only way he'll allow.
That frame is why Emberlum exists. Coins meant to be carried, gifted, kept - and one day picked up by someone who asks, "who was this?" So you get to tell them.
- Sam, at my grandfather's bench
