The London Eye stood as a sentinel, its giant wheel turning slowly against the backdrop of a sky that seemed to hold secrets. Lily’s small hand trembled with excitement as she clutched the invitation, its edges worn from Granny’s careful keeping. The city buzzed around them, a symphony of voices and footsteps, each note adding to the anticipation that hung in the air.
“Granny,” Lily whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at the imposing façade of Ten Downing Street. “What will it be like inside?”
Granny’s smile was a map of memories etched across her face. “Ah, my dear,” she said, her voice a soft echo of years gone by. “Inside those walls, decisions are made that ripple through time. But today
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