CHAPTER 23
The morning had come and gone; burned quickly through the fuel of an old woman’s last fading strength. The aura outside was a continuation of the early morning -- cold, rainy, gray. But now the weather played a trivial part in his day. And the rain, though pouring at a torrential rate, might as well have been the feathers of a golden goose falling like snow, as his thoughts were a million miles away.
He felt the weight of her words in every step. It was all so unreal, so far from his normalcy that he still hadn’t comprehended it. He was just a boy, but now, the weight of the world was upon him seemingly once again. But this time, it wasn’t just a metaphor.
He had arrived at the the old woman under the guise of a thief, a deceiving fiend and fraud. That’s what he thou
