I treaded cautiously through the narrow cobblestone streets, following Amelia into the heart of the unfamiliar town. The air was thick with anticipation as the ancient buildings loomed above us, whispering tales of forgotten secrets. I couldn't shake the feeling that every corner held a piece of the puzzle I sought.
Amelia led us to a quaint square where a towering oak tree stood, its branches reaching out like ancient storytellers. As we approached, a distressed voice caught our attention. An old man, his face etched with worry lines, was desperately asking passersby if they had seen his son.
"Excuse me, sir," Amelia spoke up, her empathetic nature evident in her voice. "We overheard you're looking for your son. Is there anything we can do to help?"
The old man turned to us, his eyes r
