The Mirror
Eva stood before the mirror, the soft morning light spilling across her reflection. The room was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside the…
The Long Road
The air was crisp that morning, carrying the faint scent of dew-soaked earth. Ellen tightened the thin scarf around her neck as she stepped onto the…
The Three Keys
The room was quiet but for the rustle of paper and the steady tick of the clock. Amelia sat at her writing desk, staring at the…