Chapter 102
- She stared at the headstones rising like sentries over the dead. Lichen clung to the majority of old ones.
- One brighter marble stone stood out from the other. A seraphim with wings arched gazed serenely heavenward, as if beseeching God to protect the precious life entombed within.
- “Cristobel,” she whispered, the name stolen away by the wind.