Chapter 47 The Dawn

The sun dawned over Ravenshire with silent respect, casting pale gold over the wreckage like heaven's apology. Selene stood barefoot in the field where Holt Manor had once stood, the scorched earth still warm beneath her feet. The old stones remained like the ribs of a fallen beast, jagged and broken, casting long shadows as if in grief for what they had once contained. Smoke still curled from the cracked altar where she had taken her stand.