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Chapter Four The soft melodious lull of piano welcomed in Sarah to the chapel, Madeline, the stern sage, having her feel for the keys. Father Erickson..
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At first, there was only silence in the old moldered torture chamber, darkness and nothingness, no light to shine upon the abysmal artifacts there. Ma..
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“She’s back!” “She’s returned!” “The witch is out of the dungeon!” “Look there, it is her!&rdqu..
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Tis to the morning of good Friday I take you reader, the day succeeding where we left off. It was the prime of Spring, the emerald landscapes bountif..
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When Easter dawned upon Trinity that year, it was conceivable to see that infirmity had plagued the state of the facility. The sound of heavy downpou..
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The horizon bloomed a deep blue, glimmering impending dawn upon the compact ranges of trees. Father Erickson and the two eldest matrons mounted glorio..
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It was the last hour of solar eminence, the skies splattered red and gold, when Father Erickson rode into town, Madeline unconscious in his grasp. Hi..
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Father Sinclair trailed behind Erickson and Trinity’s contemporary prioress up a steep path in the hungry stomach of the Wanton Woods. The thre..
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Over the several years which succeeded the death of Julia Halverson, Trinity transformed. Sister Hilary was ordained Mother of the establishment; wit..
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When the day had come that Trinity’s children be auctioned off for adoption, Father Erickson rose to see, from his second story window, that mu..
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