Feb 8, 2017
The House Shall Fall
The inside of the cave echoed at the call. The snow blowing from outside piled near the entrance and covered any footprints that may have been there. Inside there was a burned out fire as well as a flat rock that seem to have been scorched with fire recently. Beneath the rock, to any who would look, was an old pocket watch, twisted and melted as though having been thrown into a fire years ago. Beneath the watch was a small note in Bryces handwriting.
‘The whole story is yours to be learned upon finding me in a place where Gil and feathers flow as freely as water. Fortune smiles on any who visit the golden halls in the sky.’
