The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 308

He slid back to her seat, one off from the centre, and Julia sat next to her. She noted that Walter had Adam at his side, a sign they elevated male acolytes over all others. The Reverend Mother Augustine would have torn them a new one.

“Thank you,” Clara said as she sat down.

Fortunately, she was spared the torment of sitting through a formal dinner. There were no awards, notices, nor the expectation of a speech. Verbal diatribes that people invariably forget after taking their first bite.

Instead, their dishes were brought in from the kitchen. The Tower had never been known for their culinary delights. Some things are constant.

Picture of a brunette with steel grey eyes and large black feathered wings, wearing a nuns black skirt, plain open black coat, and a black lather corset instead of a shirt. She is seated at the head table on a platform. Located in a large dining hall with brick walls and long tables, and sparsely populated.

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