The cursor hovered over the download button, trembling like a candle flame in a draft.
He yanked the battery out. The screen went black.
His heart backhanded his ribs. He blinked again—a nervous, involuntary spasm.
A convent corridor. Narrow. Candles that didn’t flicker. And at the far end, the silhouette of a nun in a black habit, facing the wall.
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The cursor hovered over the download button, trembling like a candle flame in a draft.
He yanked the battery out. The screen went black.
His heart backhanded his ribs. He blinked again—a nervous, involuntary spasm.
A convent corridor. Narrow. Candles that didn’t flicker. And at the far end, the silhouette of a nun in a black habit, facing the wall.
