Whispers of Eternitty
e in hand. The town of Havenbrook seemed untouched by time-a postcard-perfect haven far from the chaos
t bookshops, artisanal cafés, and brightly painted cottages. I
res promised. She checked in, her heart fluttering with a mix o
otography exhibition had drawn a modest crowd. She wasn't sure why she stayed-maybe it
?" a deep voice inte
de her. His dark curls framed a face that seemed effo
voice soft. "The sea feels
t's exactly what I w
t up. "You're th
e," he said, e
ing it. A spark flickered at the
all joys of life. For the first time in years, Isla felt a flicker of hope, a