Wings of Light
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✞ John 1:5 ✞
✞ The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. ✞
A former sleazy nightclub singer with a gloomy past and afterwards a devotional sister of the church, Sister Jude Martin, running with an iron fist the most nefarious mental hospital in Boston, is sardonically trapped in another woeful destiny. Being committed against her will as a patient, due to her love interest's unthinkably unforgivable mistake she couldn't put a finger on it.
Her best of friend, Monsignor Timothy Howard, is not only the nonchalant director of the nefarious mental institution, but also a revered member of the church.
Notwithstanding his mistake, yet, his most potent relationship, a rich medley of platonic and somewhat romantic, was utmost formed with his right hand. The abruptness of unspeakable betrayal and sheer heartbreak ram a couple of years of inexorably stable friendship.
On one hand, her hopes of seeing the light of the day are a far cry from imaginable whilst had ridden the dynamic roller coaster of three chaotic trimesters and its aftermaths.
On the other hand, Jude's old friend's attempts to award her with welcomingly promising future and hopes, isn't the ex-nightclub singer's luxury to fuel her utter faith at all.
Once the ultimate madness ceases from existence, is the beginning of the light going to shimmer brighter than the full moon and construct a better world for the headstrong warriors of their fate in bestowing each other atonement? Or on the contrary, a torrent of heavy ordeals anticipates them, hungry for demolishing with their fears and demons, besides holding grudges?
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