Ravenswood

"e;The air of the Great Cathedral was stilled in that eternal moment before the break of a new day. Pale light filtered through high stained-glass windows, dusting the cavernous hall with an ethereal light of myriad colours, as motes of dust drifted down from the lofty roof. Ran crouched on the walkway high above; tense, expectant, silent, the crossbow lying still in the crook of her left arm."e;R...