It was raining again. A short, light, shower. Barely rain. A tease considering the rains that had just come, and a promise of more in the future. Campanella didn't mind; it certainly didn't stop him as he walked with calm efficiency toward the mausoleum. The building gleamed white after the rains, tucked away in the heart of the Masonic Lawn Cemetery and screened from view by the stand of trees that had grew up around the building on three sides. To complete his disguise he was carrying a wreath in one hand; he intended to use it as well, even though he had no idea who lay within.
Campanella, Moros Councillor, had felt it somehow fitting. Out in the middle of one of the city's largest mortuary complexes and hidden by the landscape. Would unwanted eyes see them, or unwanted ears hear? It was perfect.
He checked his smart phone one last time, reviewing the burst of recent communications. There was another Awakened in town. A Moros. Someone by the name of Chariot.
Why wait?
A thrill shivered through him as he reached the mausoleum, rainwater dripping lightly from its eaves.
Who would Chariot be?
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