Most Pleased to Have Met You, Harry Verran
I can’t quite remember when I first crossed paths with him. All I do know is when I did, I took an immediate liking to Harry. If anything, I liked his grit, for lack of a better word. Maybe it was a kind of chemistry, the kind that spans the decades, penetrating time itself. You see, Harry was born almost two centuries ago. Now, the only remains left of his life, any hint of the strong and lamenting heart that…