Rain dripped steadily from the aged stone facade of the old church, pooling in the crevices of the worn steps, while its boarded windows seemed to weep, cracked panes revealing shadows within. The Mirabella chapel had stood abandoned for decades, its doors sealed since the death of her grandmother, a loss the family had chosen to bury in silence. Yet it was the Book that had guided her to this solemn place. In the dead of night, it had stirred to life, pages flipping as if possessed, a soft glow illuminating the edges that beckoned to her. Autumn had followed its beckoning across fog-laden roads, through the whispers of slumbering spirits, until she arrived at this hallowed ground. Upon entering, Autumn found the air stale and dry, preserved as if enchanted. Dust danced in the faint light that flickered from the
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