Freedom: something Samantha needed and a change she'd welcome. By coincidence, central Kansas resembled San Francisco in many respects. Though, such rural areas didn't usually harbor sanctuary for a witch.
Meanwhile, while traveling into Strong City, a calling arose. The suburb appeared remote, but the summons was radiating from a downtown cathedral.
"Can I help you, miss?" a voice called out as an obscure gentleman approached.
Sam shifted and stared.
"What is this place?"
He watched with apprehension.
"Saint Anthony's Cathedral: a sanctuary of the Wiccan faith," he answered. "But you should know that already."
His name was Albert, and he appeared older, attired to resemble a seasoned caretaker. Even so, she wouldn't appear anxious, though he'd already opened doors and moved inside.
"Why would I?" she asked while following.
Like Saint Ann's, Saint Anthony's was ethereal. With elegant grand altarpieces shrouded by elaborate wickerwork. It resembled everything a sanctum should be, but with one difference. Nestled beside the pulpit, a burgundy ottoman trimmed with a gold framework. Signifying someone special despite the absence of inscription.
Next, interior doors opened to an exotic new world. Now, Saint Ann's valued its adornments, but Saint Anthony's was distinct. Many past deities and subordinates sat venerated. But, none more so than the goddesses Hecate and Aphrodite.
Sam retrieved the miniature statue Anna gifted and placed it at Aphrodite's feet. She'd infiltrated a domain of sinister illusion. But, regardless of the missing memories, Saint Anthony's felt familiar. And for that, the embers of animosity felt nurtured.
"The Sovereign can answer any questions," Albert proclaimed.
"Sovereign?" Sam inquired while caressing Hecate's statue.
"Yes, Pastor Steele..." he said. "He's overseen this institution since the previous director departed."
She turned.
"Before, you said I should've known--what did you mean?"
He gestured to several distinct paintings.
"The Morgans..." he described. "Masters of witchcraft and the keepers of this sanctuary."
Sam tensed amid sensations of familiarity. Yet, she also seemed enraptured by Katherine's hypnotic gaze. That instant, Albert appeared puzzled by Sam's lack of recognition. However, he knew she was trustworthy and belonged.
The truth about Sam's existence was unknown. Yet, with this new insight into history, finding Jennifer became essential. Finally, it'd become evident: Anna--someone she admired--had been concealing an undeniable truth.
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The Dark Society
Mistério / SuspenseA powerful family of occultists unexpectedly disappear and for the next twenty years they live within society like normal people. However, as the eldest daughter reaches her 18th birthday the curse of a forgotten bloodline returns, along with the me...
