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Calibration 74: Chapter Twenty-Eight
Calibration 74 is a serial novel experiment, posted raw and unedited as it is written. It is recommended you start at the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seven blocks to the east, an ancient structure looms, casting long, piercing shadows to the west as the sun slowly rises on the horizon. The evening dew evaporates, sending trails of steam into the hungry heaven above. The cross atop The Church of the Twelve Apostles throws the cruelest shadow of them all, and I step gingerly over it … for I dare not trample the darkness cast by gods.
Three people mill about the street. A single beep echoes against the distant roar of downtown, as a businessman unlocks the door to his Mazda with his magic button.
Tuesday morning and the church must be empty. I test the door, gently at first with just a nudge of my toe. It budges ever so slightly, and I place the palms of my hands against the worn oak.
I push, and the gateway opens.
No one is here, yet I dip my fingers into the holy water. In case someone is watching. Someone who I cannot see.
Forehead, stomach, left breast, and right.
I’ve placed a spell of protection.
