Raynord Byer

Echoes of Yesterday

The village of Willowbrook had always been a haven of tranquility, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows. Emma knew every cobblestone, every tree that shaded the winding paths, and every face that greeted her as she walked to the market. It was a place where she had built her dreams, a place that echoed with the laughter of loved ones.