They say forgiveness is a virtue, But I’d rather keep my anger It keeps my heart safe from harm Safe from any danger
They say hope can set you free, But I’d rather stay realistic Too often have I looked ahead Just to end up heartsick
They say love is a river But I guess I live in a desert So dry, so parched So shriveled is my heart
She glanced again at her cellphone, frowning. The date was certainly correct, no doubt about that. As for time, there was only twenty-three minutes until then. The place… Well, that’s where things got a little fuzzy.
‘Just go to the oldest building in your current town; don’t worry about trespassing signs, you’ll be fine. Make sure you’re there within five minutes of your assigned time, or you’ll miss it. Best not to keep the Lord of the Underworld waiting!’
After many hours of frantic googling, Elly had finally narrowed her search down to one of two places. Both were built in 1896, though it was unclear which had been first. Fortunately, the two were right next to each other; only a foot or two between them.
