It was a crisp spring morning in the quaint town of Willowbrook, the kind of day that...
It was a crisp, early autumn afternoon in the heart of downtown Riverbend, the kind of day...
It was a quiet morning at the industrial site on the outskirts of Redfield, the kind of...
It was a chilly November morning in the quiet town of Maplewood, the kind of morning that...
The sun hung low over the bustling marketplace of Silverton, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets....
It was an unusually foggy morning in the small town of Cedarville, the kind of mist that...
It was a crisp, sunny morning in the small town of Brookside, the kind of day that...
“Sir… my father had a watch just like yours.” The boy’s voice was soft, almost lost beneath...
It was just after 5 p.m., the peak of rush hour, when the sun dipped low over...
It was a gray, forgettable Thursday morning in the city, the kind of day that seemed designed...
