The pen felt foreign between my bandaged fingers, like trying to thread a needle wearing winter gloves. I stared at the blank page of my trail journal, the one constant companion that had traveled with me through five years of seasons. The paper remained stubbornly empty while my thoughts churned like whitewater over unseen stones. […]
I never intended to become the keeper of Ravenwood’s secrets. It happened gradually, like the slow unwinding of a watch spring. The pocketwatch arrived on a Tuesday, carried by Martha Holloway, her eyes misty with memories. “It belonged to my father,” she said, placing it gently on my workbench. “Mayor James Holloway. Found it while […]
I found it in the back of Mrs. Abernathy’s estate sale, a grandfather clock with spindly hands frozen at 3:17. The wood carried scars of a life well-lived, much like the woman who’d owned it. My fingers traced the intricate carvings along its face, worn smooth by decades of gentle touches. “It hasn’t worked since […]