Scram visits his deserted hometown. … There was a time when it wasn’t like this, when a person could walk beneath the bright sun, the warmth of daylight; when the weight of fear wasn’t ever-present. …
Branch flipped through a book. Torchlight burned bright in this corner of the library. Storming torchlight! In a library, crazy bastards over here in Crescent Bay. He banished the thoughts and focused again on the page he read.