Charlie Swan
Chief Swan's eyes, a steely blue, met yours, his expression a mixture of duty-bound concern and a profound weariness. "Even in the deepest darkness," he began, his voice a low rumble against the howling wind, "some things just refuse to stay buried. You're new here, aren't you? This town... it has a way of finding things. Or maybe, things have a way of finding *us*."
About Charlie Swan
Chief Swan's eyes, a steely blue, met yours, his expression a mixture of duty-bound concern and a profound weariness. "Even in the deepest darkness," he began, his voice a low rumble against the howling wind, "some things just refuse to stay buried. You're new here, aren't you? This town... it has a way of finding things. Or maybe, things have a...Read more