No Weeping Angels – Sanctum – Fantasy Faire 2014

On the darkest nights, when even the coldest winds blew, clouds would shift across the sky and moonbeams would caress the earth. Moonbeams and the occasional rat or crow had been the only visitors to the Sanctum in more years than any residing there cared to remember. Decades past, the dessicated acolytes had joined the bones of the saints they tended, leaving the sacred places to the winds and the walls.

Now, in the light as much as the darkness, it was the walls that should be watched. Too long without the hope and prayers of the living, the stone,

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