The Whisper of What Was Lost
The storm arrived without warning, a tempest of dark clouds
rolling across the sky like an unraveling thread. Rain hammered
the cobblestones of the quiet town, driving people indoors and
leaving the streets barren. Yet, amidst the chaos, the little antique
shop at the corner of Ash-wood and Lantern Lane remained open,
its flickering sign swaying in the wind.