Chapter XL: Duo Viscus Revelare
Liz sits on her bed, holding the fragmented photo in her hands. Her fingers trace the torn edges, curiosity filling her mind as she tries to piece it together. Bit by bit, she aligns the jagged pieces, though the dust covering them makes it hard to see the image clearly.
She exhales sharply. "I need to clean this first."
She gets up, grabs a soft cloth, and gently wipes the pieces. Some of the dust comes off, revealing faint outlines of an image, but the rough patches remain, obscuring finer details. Frustrated, she leans back and thinks. Her gaze lands on the bottle of palm oil she retrieved from the base of Sto. Niño.
"Maybe this will help."
Liz takes a paintbrush, dips it into the oil, and carefully applies it to the pieces. Slowly, the details sharp
