A different Novel - Kyrus

Kyrus The snow burned under his bare fingers as he dug them into the letters in the headstone, kneeling in front of it. He dug his nails under the thick rime of ice on the rough black stone. A blast of wind nearly knocked him forward into it, pushing down the back of his neck. The ice cracked away and the two words cut into it came clear and black out of the snow. Kyrus Talain.My father. Who