Page 57 of Dawn's Requiem
“Thank you,” I said simply.
The bishop’s eyes met mine with an understanding that transcended words.“The path ahead remains difficult, Alice.But remember that even in darkness, light persists.And sometimes, from the greatest darkness comes the most profound illumination.”
The next night, with Desiderius gone, we traveled in Bishop Harkins’ horseless carriage toward the Sisters of Divine Mercy.The road seemed to stretch endlessly before us, each mile bringing us closer to a new chapter.The bishop’s presence beside me was a comforting weight, a reminder that even in the wake of loss, of death, of evil itself, there was reason to have faith.
The automobile slowed to a stop in front of a modest building, its windows aglow with a warm light that spilled onto the darkened street.As I stepped out, the familiar scent of incense and beeswax candles embraced me like an old friend, offering solace amid uncertainty.Sister Josephine waited at the entrance, her eyes bright with relief at our arrival.
“Sister Alice,” she greeted me, her voice a soothing balm to my weary spirit.“Welcome home.”
THE END OF BOOK THREE
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