“We’re all gathered here today to mourn the loss of our dear friend Francesca Firewalt, and to celebrate the life she had led.”
The priest kept droning on and on about the concept of death but I had already zoned out; it was hard for me to believe how people talked about death as if they had experienced it firsthand. After Trichloris left and Sanctuary went into its dormant state, we all came to seek refuge in the only place we knew: the Sanders Estate.
We had been staying at the estate for about three days and seeing that there was no activity from Trichloris, we took the chance to arrange a burial for Francesca.
We gathered round the grave and watched as the priest conducted the service; our black clothes dulling what was otherwise a bright summer morning. Immediately he finished with
