A lone figure stood in the doorway of crumbling bricks, the sun just poking its rays over the treetops. She was dressed in a simple white gown. Her hair was also white, flowing freely down over her shoulders. Her face was aged, but not overly so. She looked to be roughly sixty human years. She glanced at us and swung her arm toward the interior of the church. “Won’t you come in?
-Amanda Carlson
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