The choral music soared up into the Norman arches of the church, disappearing heavenward. The dim candles lit the faces of the choir from beneath, making them as eerie and ghostly as the dark edges of the shadow around the corners of the church. Lin gazed into space, and let her ears be her primary sense. The music twisted into great coils around the congregation, flying and battering against the illuminated windows, the stained glass rich and mysterious in the flickering light.
She could feel it resonating in every single cell of her body. Into her lungs as she breathed, all the way down to her bones. She let it wash through her, wash her clean. This was her new start.
She wasn’t someone who believed in church and Christianity. She believed in the great beyond, that there was something
