Chapter 11: Escape into the Storm
The smell of smoke grew thicker, acrid and unmistakable. The lightning strike had ignited something, somewhere within the old estate. The reckoning was not just [more…]
The smell of smoke grew thicker, acrid and unmistakable. The lightning strike had ignited something, somewhere within the old estate. The reckoning was not just [more…]
The following Sunday dawned with an almost mocking brightness. The sky over Boston was a clear, crisp blue, utterly devoid of any lingering storm clouds. [more…]