“The paper said it is to be held in the family plot at the churchyard of Barrows Edge.” “Yes.” He frowned. “A strange irony.” “What?” I asked. “The name. Seeing as how Maxwell’s commanding officer was named Barrows.” “Yes… I—I suppose so,” I replied, it not making much sense to my preoccupied brain.
I feel like this Barrows fellow will make an appearance at some point.
