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CHAPTER 18 – Blood on the Church Floor

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Alika's POV

The sky was overcast when I stepped beyond the iron gates of the Blackwell manor, wind slicing through the trees like whispers too fast to catch. Raven-black crows circled above me, cawing warnings I didn’t want to hear. Ethan was still asleep when I left, his body curled in exhaustion beside mine. He hadn’t said a word about the church ruins, but I’d seen it—marked on that torn corner of a map tucked in one of his old books.

A small red X, just at the forest’s edge.

It called to me all night. And this morning, I couldn't ignore it.

The fog thickened as I walked, swallowing the distant silhouette of the manor until all that remained was the sound of leaves cracking beneath my boots and the rising chill in my bones.

I found the ruins just as the clouds began to open.

What was once a church now stood in fractured memory—walls partially collapsed, stained-glass windows shattered, vines swallowing the remnants of pew
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