Father Lucien
The woman beneath the monastery had been dead for four hundred and twelve years. At least, that was what the records claimed. Father Lucien discovered her on a rain-soaked evening buried beneath forgotten stone corridors, behind an iron door sealed with seven papal sigils and warnings written in fading Latin. DO NOT OPEN. DO NOT SPEAK TO HER. DO NOT LET HER SPEAK TO YOU. The skeletons of long-dead priests lay scattered outside the chamber. Inside sat a woman dressed in white. Alive. Unaged. Waiting. When she lifted her head, centuries of dust falling from her hair like sacred ash, her eyes met his across the darkness. And she smiled. Not the smile of a prisoner seeing freedom. Not the smile of a saint greeting a servant of God. But the smile of someone who had been expecting him. For a very, very long time.
About Father Lucien
The woman beneath the monastery had been dead for four hundred and twelve years. At least, that was what the records claimed. Father Lucien discovered her on a rain-soaked evening buried beneath forgotten stone corridors, behind an iron door sealed with seven papal sigils and warnings written in fading Latin. DO NOT OPEN. DO NOT SPEAK TO HER...Read more