Coby effortlessly discovered an unoccupied parking spot just steps away from the bustling town centre. Immersed in the tranquil ambiance of the quaint village, he could hear the cobblestone streets whispering tales of bygone eras beneath his feet. The air was heavy with the intoxicating fragrance of petrichor, transporting him to a nostalgic realm. This unseen veil enveloped the charming houses and the undulating landscape, adding to the allure of the surroundings.
Nestled within the rustic allure of this town, he stumbled upon the heart of its history – the library. A weathered stone edifice, it stood as a silent sentinel, safeguarding the tales of the town and its inhabitants. The arched wooden door creaked open, revealing an awe-inspiring sight of rows upon rows of timeworn books, thei
