inkstainsdaydreams
Santa Fe, 1878. The Loretto Chapel stands unfinished-a choir loft mocking the sisters below, unreachable without ruin. Desperate prayers to St. Joseph summon a stranger: a weathered carpenter with a donkey, tools, and a whistle that hums like a hidden psalm.
In the dead of night, he builds the impossible: a spiraling staircase of spruce and pegs, rising thirty-three steps without center or nail-warm as living wood, scented with snow and rosemary. But as doubt creeps in from skeptical reporters and weary knees, the sisters wonder: Is this man mere craftsman... or the hand that once mended the world?
A reverent retelling of legend, laced with noir shadows and outsider faith. Climb the helix-where every step whispers belief amid the dark.