A Whisper from the Past, a Promise for Tomorrow You know, there are some moments in life that just stick with you, moments that make you pause and think about what truly matters. I was pottering about in my workshop, the scent of polishing compound hanging faintly in the air, a rather intricate Tree of Life Necklace taking shape on my bench, when a memory drifted in. It was of my grandad, a proper salt-of-the-earth type, always had a little something in his pocket, a worn coin or a smooth stone, things that held stories. He wasn't one for flashy trinkets, not at all, but the few bits he did tr...
