It was getting colder each day.

The rain that had lasted for several days pushed the city to become windier in the meantime.

Owen put down his suitcase and went upstairs to the study. He knocked at the door and heard a low reply inside. He pushed the door and went in.

The study was big and the most luxurious room in the house. To say it was luxurious was not just because of the decoration of the room, but also the shelf with the collection of his father’s whole life.

Owen’s father stood by the window. He was in his sixties, still strong and spirited. He had not one...