![]() ![]() A black bowler hat sat on top of his head. ![]() His mum had already opened the door to reveal a large man dressed in a dirty plaid suit of red and green. He threw on his shirt and pants and rushed out of his room. It came from a heavy walking stick, one with a knob of gnarled wood on the end of it the size of a swollen walnut. The knocking is what first roused Rory from sleep, a furious banging on the front door loud enough to wake the dead. His ordinary life was soon about to change. He wasn’t the happiest boy in the world, but he often found small joys in life, like discovering a silver stone by the water’s edge, playing with his friend Izzy, and, every now and then, swimming in Quintus Harbor, even though his mum told him not to. ![]() In the midst of all this gloom, there lived a boy named Rory. Some said that merchant sailors gave it the name long ago, when they pulled their ships into the harbor only to be met by wind, rain, and very little sunlight.īut that’s an old tale, and no one knows for sure anymore. The town was called Gloom, which was a strange name for a town, but if you ever found yourself there, you would certainly see why. ![]()
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