He Cried on the Bus Without Fail—Until She Took the One Step Others Avoided
Prologue: The Gathering of Storms In the waning light of an April dawn, I stood upon the threshold of our humble domus, where once laughter reigned supreme and the very air trembled with youthful exuberance. Now, the mists of sorrow clung to every column, as if Olympus itself shed tears for the afflictions of men. … Read more