"Well, It's been a long day, Ace. " Silas said, turning his head as he slowly puffed on his cigar. "A long August summer at that. We should set back to my house." Ace furrowed his brows, this whole season, he had limits to everything. His games, his shows, his sleep, his power, even though it was the time of year to do just that. He bottled up his feelings in a pot, trying to keep the lid on, to l...