I love finding these stories years after the fact.
I can't join in with the initial rush of those who found it as it happened, but.
It's like coming across that hidden gem of a cafe in some out of the way part of a city you're just traveling through - where only the locals go, but the seats are soft, the coffee chases the chill from your bones, and you can see hints of the lives of the people who came before in the coffee rings on the table and the little photos on the wall behind the register.
And this was a gem of a series. Glad I happened upon it now, and that it was here seemingly waiting to be discovered.