The church was in ruins, so the doorway could be anywhere. Given the passage of time the scorch marks denoting ground zero were erased by mother nature and time… I have no idea where to start…
Clara felt a tug, as though she were being pulled in two separate directions. It was slight and purposefully so, a sign that the goddesses wanted to come out and play.
She had seen Hecate deal with her sisters splitting from the whole. Clara swore that Silver had to physically hold back her sisters from breaking away.
“Please,” Silver said.
After a quick nod, the tugging sensation returned with a vengeance. In the span of a heartbeat a copy of Clara stood a foot apart, who then took the visual traits of the goddess.

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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