The Black Stone Ciph

Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,He wasn't doing nothing these days, of course, this didn't mean he was looking for a job. He was just thinking about where his first pot of money should come from.,He stood there staring at a laundromat across the street for most of the morning, and scribbling in a notebook. He was making his first dollar.。