The chill of winter ate through Stone’s jacket. Snow blew into his eyes and seared his cheeks. A burning sensation moved across his bare flesh. He cringed in the snowstorm, abhorring the cold. The snow fell faster, harder, and Stone blocked his face with a gloved hand. The temperature dropped below twenty degrees, leaving him numb and bewildered. The bitter wind slashed against his body as he made his way to his next stop, continuing to run his errands. He braved the wind and cold, treaded forward, and carried out his day.
At 4832 Cullen Avenue, The Diamond Abyss resembled a sparkling gem. Glass-fronted with a jade tree covered in a variety of rings perched in one of its windows. The other window looked as if it had been decorated with raining diamonds and falling stars. Stone thought the
