Christopher Dawson

Adam greets me at the exit of the tunnel. I followed Mary’s energy, bits she left behind while Adam dragged her along. Never would I have predicted she’d lead me here, to this place, the meadow where Allison and I fell in love. This place is hallowed grounds for me—I haven’t been here in centuries.

Moonlight reveals enough to show me the meadow is in even worse shape than when I did last visit, to torture myself, to maybe find Allison. But then it ...