"Then would you do me a favor and 'turn it off' then?" As Tophat walked out of the warehouse, he'd see Ray finish clearing the ivy off the last of the stones. There were seven stones made of a rough, grey material, and seven made out of polished black marble, totaling at fourteen. The grey stones looked like they made have been used as crude headstones at one point, but time had worn away any writing that might have adorned them, and now they simply maintained the vague shape of a common grave-marker. The black marble constructs were quite obviously gravestones, being cut and polished into the perfect representation of the easily identifiable figure. Ray stood back up and nodded to Tophat. "Figured if you're the same hat from the book you might want to see them."
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"It was alright. Not exactly the kind of stuff I like to listen to, but it wasn't bad." Jessica replied to Persephone. Growing tired of simply standing, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and leaned up against the wall of the hallway.