Chapter 7 - FOOTSTEPS IN THE SANCTUARY
The heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open. Arthur’s heavy boots echoed on the stone floor, completely devoid of reverence for the holy space.
"Merritt!" his voice boomed. "Don't play games with me. Toss the book and you can go back to playing house with my defective son."
"I'm down here," I called out, my voice trembling despite my fierce resolve.
Arthur descended the stairs into the basement. I could see the metallic gleam of his revolver reflecting the faint emergency exit lights. He spotted me at the end of the hall and raised the weapon.
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"Now," I whispered into the darkness.
Callahan pulled the breaker. The basement plunged into an absolute, suffocating blackness.
