He walked to the exit, placed the memory on the table like a coin, and walked out into the storm. He didn't look back, but for the first time in months, he didn't mind the rain.
Elias lifted the lid. Inside, resting on a bed of velvet, was a single, perfect autumn leaf. It was brittle and brown, veined with gold. 7asher store
"That was... 1998," Elias whispered. "The state fair." He walked to the exit, placed the memory