It was beyond time for her coven-sister to see the sodden wreckage that was once the Circle's place of worship.
An arduous journey for the Blind Haunt, but one she made in her customed silence. Lyssa had once more been left behind. In the next three months Alice knew she'd see less and less of her ghoul, lest the women's veins tempt her away from faithfully completing her punishment.
Alice steps through the rotting and once gasoline soaked and smelling ruins and ducks under some of the surely once Brent police tape that had, despite time and nature, held up to where it had been fastened.
In the center of the ruined farm house Alice waits. She waits for the Stormcrow Scylla and the haunting call of her owl companion.