Timeless Love in Cold War
“She never believed in legends until she stumbled upon an ancient book that spoke of time bending at the whisper of a name.”
It was raining in Berlin that day, the kind of cold, steady rain that seems to seep into your bones, making you feel heavy and tired no matter how warm your coat is. I had been working at the old bookstore for months now, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city. The store had once been grand, but it had faded with time, just like its owner, Mr. Werner, who now rarely left his back office. Read more