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He didn’t answer. Outside, the morning fog curled around the chapel’s broken steeple. Last month, this place had been infested with a rogue spirit—one of the old, hateful kind, born from fear and celibate zealotry. The villagers had begged for help.

She stepped closer—slowly, giving him time to draw steel. He didn’t. mge redux

“Aren’t you?”