ALMEEA  Lukas Palan She hadn't even entered the building yet but old Regy was already standing in the middle of the hallway. His left hand was straightening his collar while his right hand continued to hold a wooden broom that was so old that it was a wonder why he hasn't given it a name yet. “You must be Almeea”, he said without moving an eyelid. The sun had barely made its way above the horizon and the entire town was a...