The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s boots sank into the damp earth as she stepped off the bus, the gravel crunching under her feet like whispered secrets. The air smelled of pine and rain, a scent that clung to her skin and seeped into her…
Small Town Romance
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The Last Light of Summer
The first time she saw him, Clara was kneading dough in the dim glow of the bakery’s early morning light. The door jingled, and the scent of fresh sourdough thickened in the air. He stood in the threshold, coat damp…