The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 247

“Go!” Clara ordered.

Evelyn did not hesitate; she grabbed one of the room’s chairs and sent it through the opening. It cleared out most of the remaining shards, permitting her to get to the edge. From there she grabbed Clara’s hand, while steadying herself against the frame.

The fog was thick enough that Clara barely made out the platform.

“Fuck me,” Julia said before hopping off the edge.

There came a thump and the cables wobbled.

A dramatic, high-contrast cinematic photo of three women, each with unique facial features and skin tones, clinging to the railing of a window cleaning platform as it precariously sways outside a sleek, modern high-rise building, the foggy orange haze enveloping the city skyline and blocking out the sun, casting an eerie, diffused light, with the women's clothing and hairstyles blown back by the wind, their expressions a mix of fear and determination, the platform's metal latticework and the building's glass and steel exterior reflecting the warm, golden tones of the fog, with a shallow depth of field to emphasize the tension and vulnerability of the moment, photographed in a horizontal format with ample negative space to convey the sense of height and isolation.

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