Epilogue
The sun sat low in the sky, already on its afternoon descent. The cemetery is quiet, peaceful. The city would be alive with parties and fireworks in just a few short hours as a new year rolled in. The ground was firm and hard, but clearly disturbed in a small plot located on the back row. There’s no headstone yet, but there will be soon. Footfalls crunched against the cold ground as J.T. appeared, his hood pulled up against the harsh winter air.
I wished I could feel that biting chill just one more time, but I was beyond the sensations of hot and cold now. I couldn’t help watching him as he bent down and brushed some stray earth back into place. His body obscured my view so I couldn’t tell what he was doing. When he finally stood up, I could see he’d placed the pentacle in the d
