Stormy sighs softly as he entered the cemetery in the middle of Babbage Square. His small sized loafers clack against the cobble stone path way to the center of the foggy grave yard, brushing off his coat he sat upon a warped bench. How odd, a park bench in the middle of a..” He paused his thought as a figure approached from the fog. “Ah, you’re just on time.” He flashed the figure a toothy grin.
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