Ginny
The door opens to a large cemetery, the sun just starting to rise behind them.
Around them are thick trees obscuring the city, and coming from behind them is a cool wind coming in from the Bay.
Harold laughs slightly. "This was the last place I came," he explains. "I guess the Bar just figured this is where I'd want to be."
Around them are thick trees obscuring the city, and coming from behind them is a cool wind coming in from the Bay.
Harold laughs slightly. "This was the last place I came," he explains. "I guess the Bar just figured this is where I'd want to be."