witty post names are for chumps

[untiemyhands]

Characters: Klara Saburov and ~you~.
Setting: Floor Thirteen.
Format: I prefer prose but will match you.
Summary: Impostress has been known to haunt cathedrals. That there's one here doesn't change the habit.
Warnings: Nothing but being confusing, really.

The cathedral is completely empty.

That's wrong. There were three hundred people in here just the night before, right? She'd seen them herself. Touched their hands with hers, brought them water. It was a pleasant visit that had taken a load off of her heart.

_{So where were the bodies?}

Klara came to a stop at the head of the cathedral, before the _{(suddenly silent)} altar. It was strange not seeing a throne there. Strange, and sobering. This wasn't the cathedral she'd visited, and it wasn't the ruined safehouse. There weren't any horns here, even, and no Executor at the door.

Klara sits down on the floor by the altar, arms wrapped about her legs. The oppressive silence that reigns here is almost comforting.

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[capax_infiniti]

"It's unlikely that you would be the only one with such a desire," he replied. A low chuckle wound its way through him, barely a whisper in the sound-dampened air.