The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 191

Clara shifted until her back was flush with the door and her bent legs pressed against the back of the opposing wall… that’s the doorknob being turned!

As soon as the mechanism drove home, she pushed with her legs as hard as could. The door flew open and was shot out along with it.

“Child,” Father Michael finished.

What she did not see was the doors edge slamming into the face of the other hunter. Her back met the floor but was ready and launched herself into a barrel roll. Given her poor health, her body resisted every movement leading to a poor landing … better than none at all…

a dramatic, high-contrast cinematic photograph of a woman with piercing grey eyes and rich, dark brown hair disheveled and tumbling out of a worn, ornate confessional, set against a muted, earthy backdrop evoking the gritty, industrial atmosphere of a 1915 Canadian coastal mining town, her clothing a testament to the era: a long, flowing skirt and fitted bodice, adorned with intricate lace and ornate buttons, with a high-necked blouse and a fitted hat, styled in a manner reminiscent of the Edwardian era, with a sense of chaos and disorder, as if the very walls of the confessional are exhaling a deep, long-held secret, captured in a style reminiscent of early 20th-century cinematography, with deep shadows, soft focus, and a subtle, warm sepia tone.

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