MEMORY KEEPER

ritten by Abigail. How was this possible? As she read on, Emily discovered that Abigail had been keeping a secret for decades. A secret that had been hidden in the journal, waiting to be unc

gaze. "You see, Emily, you are not just a descendant of Abigail's. You are also a time traveler, just li

ind racing with questions and wonder. "The key to time travel is the device," Abigail said, holding up a small, intricately carved box. "This box contains the power to manipulate time itself." Emily's eyes widened as she took the box from Abigail. She felt a surge of energy run through her, as if the box was alive. "How does it work?" Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Abigail smiled. "That's a question for another time, Emily. For now, let's just say that the box is a tool, and you are the master." Emily nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She was ready to learn, ready to master the art of time travel. And so, Emily's journey began. She spent hours with Abigail, learning the secrets of the device and the art of time travel. She practiced and trained, honing her skills until she was confident and ready. Finally, the day arrived when Emily was ready to embark on her first solo m