Copyright of Amara Ibeachum No part of this work should be copied without the permission of the author. Chapter 1 The sun beamed through the glass, illuminating the rich brown coffee which clouded my nose with its rich scent. I closed my eyes and took a whiff of the powerful scent. I heard the bell chime and someone walked right into the cafe. The slight autumn breeze brushed me and made me shudder. Winter was close and I could feel it. I held my cup of coffee up to my nose and took a ...[Read More]