126 The Torchbearer Who Shone Light

"I need advice, gramps. I have a... serious problem and I don't know what to do," said Reed.

Old Man Hartford rubbed his chin in amusement and said, "I doubt it's as serious as you think it is, son, but I'm all ears, nevertheless. Lay it on me, youngster."

If only that was the truth, gramps. What I'd give for you to be right…

It was raining outside of the bakery.

Yet another April shower had come for Cem-Elle, drenching the little town and surrounding grasslands. The smell of wet earth outside the cafe was a welcomed thing by both Reed and Old Man Hartford. They were both of the same mind — the scent of life that a shower brought was a special event one should savor.

As of late, the weather had been sunny and clear. It was getting warmer with each passing day...