‘How did I not see this when I woke up?’
‘The world has always passed you by in a blur. Even when it wasn’t moving.’
‘Fuck you too, Steve.’
‘I detect black magic.’ Grace declared.
‘How?’ There was nothing notable on his grave, just a stone with the inscription ‘Adam Burns, beloved son’, and a muddy patch with grass beginning to grow.
‘Because that’s what it always is.’
Adam gave a sigh. He had nothing better to offer though.
‘What’s that?’ Steve bent down and picked up a thin bracelet, nothing more than thread with a tiny silver plate on.
‘AB, a heart and EB.’
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