Chapter 752 Silent Halls Of Faith

• The tension that had crackled only moments earlier seemed to melt into the dim rafters, as though the ancient stones themselves had smoothed a hand over the quarrel and urged everyone to let the memory drift away.
• “You are remarkably kind, miss,” William said at last, smiling softly while his eyes tracked the two rag-clad children who had just slipped through the yawning doorway and vanished into the late-afternoon haze outside.
• “It's not a big deal,” Annabeth replied, her tone as light as if she were waving away a passing gnat, unwilling to make anything of it.