Saturday, August 27, 2005
The city clouded them in a haze of black and gray, the headlights the only thing shining their way and even then, it seemed that the darkness was consuming the light. The 50th Junction, they have arrived. "Well stranger, it has been a quiet three or something days but here we are. Avalon city, just as you asked." The man stood and walked towards the driver's seat and towards the door but not before saying a meager, "Thanks" to Donald who took the trouble to drive him all this way. He gets a fat roll of bills from his pocket and gave it to him, shaking his hands as he did. The door opens and a gust blew strongly at him, the air was heavy in Avalon.
An Excerpt of GHOSTS: Origins
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Riding the Lightning
7:49 PM