The Locket of Lost Wishes

<p><em><strong>The Whisper of What Was Lost</strong></em></p><p>The storm arrived without warning a tempest of dark clouds</p><p>rolling across the sky like an unraveling thread. Rain hammered</p><p>the cobblestones of the quiet town driving people indoors and</p><p>leaving the streets barren. Yet amidst the chaos the little antique</p><p>shop at the corner of Ash-wood and Lantern Lane remained open</p><p>its flickering sign swaying in the wind.</p>