Ang chapel ng Sanctuary Florest sa dapithapon ay mukhang banal kung hindi mo alam kung gaano karaming kasinungalingan ang dumaan sa ilalim nito.
Mataas ang lumang tore.
Gray stone. Dark ivy. Narrow windows. Brass bell lines that caught the last light like polished memory. Sa ibaba, the bell office sat tucked against the base of the tower, half-hidden by a curved stone wall and an old fig tree that should have looked peaceful if the whole estate had not already taught everyone na ang pinakadelikadong lugar ay laging iyong mukhang harmless.
Pagdating nila roon, bukas ang pinto ng bell office.
Hindi nakawanganga.
Not careless.
Just enough.
That was worse.
Steven stopped first.
Of course.
His hand lifted slightly, not dramatic, just enough to make the rest of them pause before enteri
