A Tomb of Mirrors
They would need explosives.
With the supplies secured, I hit the road again, heading for Lascora, a place I had found online that seemed perfect for a funeral.
Anxiety gnawed at me during the drive. Sight unseen, how could I truly be sure?
However, as Lascora came into view, relief washed over me. It was ideal. The land stretched for miles, barren except for a few homes to the west. The ground was a blanket of yellow sand, devoid of vegetation, a natural barrier against the threat of wildfires.
Sikat na Kabanata