23. Encounter
23. Encounter The only thing special about St Agnes’s was its proximity to Kiana’s home. It was one-thirty, and I was watching the church from a distance, letting my vision range in all directions. The streets were empty and an eerie silence had descended on the entire area — no barking dogs, no occasional car driving past and no wind. My heart was thumping in my chest and my instincts were telling me to get far away from here. My rational side was arguing that I had nothing to fear, unless Satan had managed to free himself from his hellish cage. That wasn’t likely. He would have come for me straight away, not played games like this. It was time. I appeared inside the vestibule, the thick, solid wooden doors behind me and the altar ahead of me. I could see a figure sitting on the steps
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