There was a town that was hidden in a deep blanket of fog. Wandering travelers and tourists would be wary whenever they drove past the quiet town, hesitant to even stop to ask somebody for directions. That is, if they saw one of the residence walking about through the town.
Everybody who lived there never uttered a word, not even to relatives and friends nearby. Shops would always be open with nobody watching the registers. Children’s toys littered the empty playground, waiting to be played with. Even the town square was barren during the holiday season.
Silence was everywhere, only giving way when bells rang at dusk and when the crows took off for the night.
It was as if the town was inhabited by ghosts.
As Jasmine continued to chase down the blue light the fog began to lighten up, leading her to the storefront of a bakery—the blue light came from a bug zapper hanging above the door. The insides were lacking anything distinguishing or visually stunning, with only a single table and chair for guests, and the counter to pay.
Jasmine stepped inside, hoping to find somebody who can help her.
“Hello? Anybody here?” she called out as she approached the counter. She noticed a small bell that had a sign that said “ring when ready.”
Without thinking, Jasmine rang the bell.
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