The Black Stone Ciph

Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,He wasn't doing nothing these days, of course, this didn't mean he was looking for a job. He was just thinking about where his first pot of money should come from.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。