“Dad has a boat down there. I hate sailing, so I’ve never been.”When we were through with the food Christine stood up. “Ready to see my ...ork?”“Sure.”The daylight was starting to fade as we walked across the lawn to the door of her studio. The interior space was larger than I imagined, about twenty feet by thirty. Hanging on the walls were oil paintings in various stages of development. There were several easels with more paintings on, a few in-progress clay sculptures on the. I had my doubts when they told me that they were adopting you, but now I can honestly say, I am glad they did…’ ‘Thank you Aunt Judith…though let’s be honest, not all the family shares your sentiment…’ ‘No, but Charles and Sylvie are the two who matter, and I’ll let you in on a little secret, even your uncle John is considering talking to you husband about that idea of using DM Trucking instead of hiring other companies. I think he would have done it sooner if your father had come to him first. We'll resume a search in the morning." Have you discovered anything more?" Fedyunsky asked."The debris is so small... strange. I can't find anything bigger than a few centimetres." Any more documentation?" Nothing! I'd say it's been here a while because of the weathering of the metal. The humidity, here, rusts everything quickly and the acids in the rain corrodes the aluminium. Even so, there's secondary growth all around growing up through some of the debris. Nothing grows well in this. Eventually, we were forgotten. It’s only by a miracle that this Chapel was spared; it’s one of the few still standing.”“I’m truly sorry to hear all that,” Aran said, his heart heavy. Strangely, hearing this story from Elaina echoed within him, as if he were remembering something long forgotten.*** MALOTH – Present Day***Maloth awoke with a raw gasp, lying naked on his back, eyes open wide, surrounded by blackness. Vivid flashes ripped through his mind, images of memory all awhirl, impossible to.