
Whispers in the Pines
The rain came in sheets, turning the gravel road into a slick ribbon of mud. Clara tightened her coat against the cold, her boots crunching over broken glass as she stepped into the town square. The air smelled of damp…
The rain came in sheets, turning the gravel road into a slick ribbon of mud. Clara tightened her coat against the cold, her boots crunching over broken glass as she stepped into the town square. The air smelled of damp…