The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 352

“Shoot me,” Clara said, imitating a drill sergeant.

“Yes, Sister,” Agnes said.

It was the first time someone referred to her as a nun and Clara honestly hated it. The sisters were always old, stiff, and formal. At least I’m old.

Agnes aimed for the chest and fired. Julia’s eyes expanded in size, as the powder charge went off. It was a good shot, a quarter of an inch off from where her heart was. Yet it bounced off the clothing and landed harmlessly on the stone floor.

The second shot did the same even with an impact against her forehead. Neither projectile left any visible marks. She’s pretty good with the weapon.

a cinematic photo of a nun with a determined expression and piercing brown eyes taking aim with a sleek black rifle at a brunette woman wearing a black corset with lace details and a flowing black skirt, accompanied by large black feathered wings with intricate textures, set against a massive space filled with an assortment of weapons, sparkling jewelry, ornate clothing, and elaborate furniture, with a mix of warm and cool tones, and a sense of dramatic lighting, captured through photography.

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