The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 132

Since she had Eleanor here, Clara decided to ask some questions.

“Have you been there?” Clara asked while pointing towards the horizon.

“Not lately,” Eleanor said.

“Meaning?”

“Time is fractured there.”

That much would be expected, given the distortions Zachary’s described.

“Not the first place—(I’ve encountered hiccups.)”

“This is worse,” Eleanor said bluntly. “They fenced off the area and posted guards.”

a high-contrast, cinematic photograph of the ruins of a bombed-out church, set amidst a desolate, barren landscape with cracked, dusty earth and withered trees, enclosed by a high, rusty chain-link fence topped with menacing coils of razor wire, surrounded by authoritative, heavily-armed guards standing watchful, their faces obscured by dark sunglasses and helmets, exuding an aura of tension and foreboding, with the church's crumbling stone walls, shattered stained-glass windows, and twisted metal debris scattered about, bathed in a warm, golden light, emphasizing the stark beauty of devastation, captured in a wide-angle shot with a shallow depth of field, blurring the periphery, drawing attention to the ruins' haunting, post-apocalyptic beauty.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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