“Retrace the steps you took in life,” Eleanor told her a few months back. “You may find what you are looking for.”
That advice had been passed on by an angel of death who went by the name, Eleanor. The one who gave those pearls of wisdom after being urged to ‘confess her sins.’ Like most life-altering questions since they yielded more confusion than they answered.
Clara had been to six out of the seven continents on this big blue marble hurtling through space. That did not include the time she spent in the Kingdom of Heaven, or within that pocket of reality that contained the Tower.
However, the latter two were, for the moment, closed off to her. Clara needed to find her way back to the Tower, serving as the unofficial name for an order of hunters. Clara had been a hunter in life, sworn to rid the world of the creatures of myth and legend who preyed on humanity. I wonder if they’d consider me, as a fallen angel, a threat?
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