The rain was more insistent now, falling in sheets across the landscape. It ran down his neck and inside his coat, the rivulets of cold water flowing over his skin. He didn’t mind. It was good to feel something, anything, after all this time. He lay a hand on the rough stone.
‘Goodbye, old friend.’ With that, he slowly turned away from the grave and began the long walk home. And... BOOM! We are outta here! 160,000 words and this book is toast. See ya for the sequel, suckers...
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