The floor shook. Outside, the rain stopped instantly. Silence so total Elara could hear her own heartbeat echoing off the chapel walls. Then the stained-glass window of Saint George shattered inward, and the shards didn’t fall. They floated , rearranging themselves in midair into four hovering letters:
W J S M
“Finally. Let’s write the next one together.” The floor shook
“W…” she breathed.