Until the Stars fade

easy in a town filled with ghosts - not the scary kind, but the

uest room, soft and golden, like the warmth of an old lullaby. The scent of akara an

feoma asked as victory

he ceiling and listene

in the pan. "This town doesn't let you rest

n from the night before - frank. There was something about the way h

on the dock," s

rched a b

id his name was fran

ther's face. "Ah. The Cole boy. Moved ba

frank off

ident. He doesn't tal

ng together. A man who measured the sky b

d under one arm, heart slightly unsteady. She didn't know why. Curiosity, maybe. Or

with fireworks or flowers, but with two broken