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Alchemy and The Doctor sat in the middle of the empty church, listening to the rain pour. They were lucky to make it just in time. 

❝You've gotten lucky, madam, that you don't need to be cured.❞

❝Cured? But from what, good Doctor?❞ Alchemy tilted her head, gazing at the man as he fiddled with a Bible.

❝Oh, dear Alchemy. I thought you would've known- forgive me. You are free from the Pestilence.❞

❝The Pestilence? But I thought that was such a long time ago. . .has it come back? Is that why there's barely anyone here?❞

❝Something much more, dear. But, don't worry your pretty little head over it. It will be fine.❞

Alchemy and The Doctor sat in silence, except for the pit pattering of the rain hitting the windows.

Then, the whispering came.

It sounded like it was all around, yet no one but them were here.

Maybe there truly were people here? In different rooms?

The Doctor didn't seem bothered by it.

Weeping also came.

Alchemy shut her eyes. She wondered why a place of worship sounded so sad. So strange.

Maybe they all died during Mass.

Or maybe spirits lingering after an old funeral, stuck in memory form.

Memories. 

Alchemy didn't like her memories.

❝Don't worry about the whispers and crying. It happens often..❞

Huh. 

Welcome to Mass, I guess.

...

Saddening.

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❛𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴.❜