Where the Avenue Ends in Fire

Previously

…Elias Thorne stood silent, defeated, his carefully constructed world crumbling around him. The afternoon sun, which had seemed so warm and welcoming moments before, now cast long, ominous shadows across the opulent room, as if acknowledging the darkness that had finally begun to recede. Anya turned, the journal held tight against her chest, and walked out of the study, leaving behind the man who had tried to bury the truth, and stepping into the uncertain, but undeniably brighter, light of day.