The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 138

“Okay,” Clara replied with no intent to push matters. “I should get going.”

“Be careful.”

“I w—(will)”

Before Clara finished, the angel of death was gone. While Eleanor could be summoned back, they both had something to attend to.

Clara looked out in the distance, as the sun broke appeared from over the horizon, she caught the silhouette of a high fence against the red sun. Just beyond were ruins of an old church, destroyed during a conflict that slipped through the cracks of history.

“Right,” Clara said. “Off we go.”

a cinematic, high-contrast photograph of a woman of European descent with dark brown hair that falls in loose waves down her back and steel-grey eyes that seem to pierce through the surroundings, wearing a worn-out olive green jacket, earth-toned hiking pants, and scuffed up hiking boots, her facial expression frozen in a mix of confusion and concern as she stops talking mid-sentence, her eyes scanning the surroundings, realizing the other person has vanished into thin air, the atmosphere tense and foreboding, with misty fog rolling in the background, obscuring the landscape, capturing the eerie feeling of being suddenly alone in a desolate wilderness.

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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