The Black Stone Ciph

His blood was simmering, his heart pounding with newfound strength. Deep within him, a yearning burned; he believed with every fiber of his being that his journey through time held purpose.,He walked to the cupboard and poured the milk into the pot to heat it up, glancing at the expiration date as he did so. It was no surprise that it had been expired for two days.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。