Epilogue
Edward
It was over three months before I heard from Jon again.
A letter came in the mail, making my heart race when I saw the return address to one Jonathan Wakefield in a village just outside of Norwich. I tore at the envelope, desperate to find if he had chosen to forgive me, or if he wanted nothing to do with me at all.
What I found was that neither one was the case. Rather, Jon was requesting my help in finding him a flat in London. He had decided that village life was not for him, and that he would prefer to live among other occultists in the city. He bid me meet him at the Brimming Chalice for a pint in three days time, with no mention of what had occurred between us over the summer.
Fall leaves blew across the cobblestone streets as I made my way to the Chalice that ni
