The Tailor Who Mended Torn Souls
The tailor’s shop had no mannequins in its window. Instead, tiny wooden shelves held spools of thread in colours no one could quite describe. Some shimmered like morning light after rain. Others looked like moonlight folded into silk. Each spool carried a small handwritten label. Hope. Patience. Wonder. Forgiveness. People often walked past the shop believing it sold clothes. It didn’t.…









