Chapter 82

I never thought someone like me—trapped between life and death, not quite ghost or human—could set foot in a place so sacred.

I even imagined something dramatic, like getting blasted back by a beam of holy light, just like on TV.

But real life isn't like that.

Barefoot, I stepped onto the stairs.

Snow covered each step, soft and silent under my feet. The hem of my dress shifted with the wind, but