Saint Mirabel Ruins – Edge of Valemont, 4:57 P.M.
The old chapel hadn’t been touched in years.
What once stood proud with its spires stretching toward the heavens was now nothing more than a husk of stone, half-swallowed by ivy and silence. Time had carved its ruin with patient cruelty. Wind rattled through broken stained glass windows, their once-sacred colors reduced to jagged shards that glimmered faintly under the gray afternoon light. The air smelled of damp moss and lingering smoke a ghost of the night it burned.
Selene pushed the rusted iron gate open, the hinges shrieking in protest. She stepped cautiously inside, her boots crunching over gravel and shards of glass. The sound echoed too loudly in the emptiness, like an intruder’s trespass.
Her breath caught in her throat. She h
