02-25-2019, 03:51 PM
Feizlewould stop dead in his work, only just starting to get results. He stopped becusss he couldn’t feel his hands compounded with the guilt of defiling his fathers grave. There was a girm realisation that there were just more than one thing buried on this mountain, more accurately under the ruins of the house and the snow. He began to search for remains, constantly shooting caustious glares towards the foundation for any signs of the shade