The Crumbling Empire
Maj. Frank Golightly
The door is slightly ajar. It is pretty dark as you enter the house. The smell of cherry tobacco is nearly overwhelming. The Maj. must have been a smoker for a long time. The house is rather cold. In the front room sat in an old chesterfield chair is the Maj. he has a blanket wrapped around him for warmth and seems to be sleeping.
He seems to have died from consuming seeds from the deadly plants and has died in the comfort of his own home.