Chapter 64
The real Fountains Abbey greeted Madeline with the magnificence of a place that had housed hundreds of monks who lived and died there centuries ago. Located in the endless and mysterious national park, the history and the beauty of the place attracted so many tourists that searching for a crucifix during the daytime hours was almost impossible.
“Can you ask your men to be a little less conspicuous? All they need are dark sunglasses and people will pick them out as member of the mafia,” Madeline complained.
“They’re not my men,” Stefan said between his teeth, glancing at the five fighters Richard had sent along with them.
They walked down to the valley from the visitor center and recognized the grounds. It was the setting from the hologame they had played the day before.
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