The Black Stone Ciph

Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,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.,Perhaps they could make it to the altar and then continue to endure for a lifetime.。