The Master's wife
The Sanctuary taught us fear through silence and punishment, not blood and bullets, everything felt unreal and too fast, then the armed men suddenly moved aside and someone else entered.
The entire room seemed to shift around him, he walked through the chaos with terrifying calm, as though violence belonged to him. Tall, broad-shouldered, powerful, the black suit he wore fit his body perfectly despite the smoke and falling dust around him, dark tattoos disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt while silver rings flashed against his fingers beneath the chapel lights.
But it was his face that stole the breath from my lungs, I have never seen a man like him before, the men inside the Sanctuar
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