The first time Lila found the key, it was tucked inside a hollow in the old oak behind her grandmother’s cottage. She’d been twelve, chasing fireflies through the dunes, when her boot struck something solid. The metal glinted in the…
The wind howled through the skeletal remains of the lighthouse, its hollow corridors swallowing sound like a greedy mouth. Mira tightened her grip on the rusted railing, her boots scuffing the concrete steps as she climbed. The air smelled of…
The harbor buzzed with activity under a dusky sky as lanterns flickered in rhythm like restless fireflies. In the distance, tall ships stood majestically against darkening hues while bustling townsfolk moved below their shadows. Samuel Hawkins peered from behind crates…
Discovery In the bustling town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and shimmering lakes, twelve-year-old Lily Monroe lived in an old house with her grandmother. One sunny afternoon, while rummaging through Grandma’s attic amidst dusty trunks and cobwebbed corners,…
The rain hammered against the windows of Silas’s antique shop, a steady, insistent drumming. Silas, a man who smelled of beeswax and old paper, dusted a particularly ornate mirror when he noticed it. The reflection wasn’t quite right. Behind the…