THIRD POV
Daniel Grayson walked through the dark woods, his coat pulled tightly around him to keep out the biting cold of the night. It was extra dark around these parts, especially at night. Still, he kept walking. He had made up his mind. He had to speak with Agatha. Tonight. The matter couldn't wait—not even a second longer.
Too many things had happened lately that didn’t make sense. Strange dreams. Flashes of a past he thought was buried. Signs and symbols that stirred long-forgotten memories. Daniel Grayson was not a man easily rattled. He had seen death. He had seen war. He had witnessed things that couldn’t be explained by logic or science. Things people chose to forget or call myths.
But this? This was different.
He had kept silent long enough. Pretended he didn’t see the shad
