The Locket of Lost Wishes

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.