Without another word, the priest stood up and walked toward a shelf at the far end of the room. From it, he carefully pulled out a small shell. It was gray, smooth, and simple in design. Felix brought it to his lips and blew softly into the shell. The sound that came was low and pleasent calming, vibrating through the air.
Moments passed in silence, thick with anticipation.
Suddenly, a deep, almost amused voice echoed through the room. "Hmm... Someone missed my free, kind service."
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In the same castle where Benjamin was staying with Sandra, Kyra had been placed in a room beside his. Joy, who had been asked to clean the room, was now sitting quietly nearby. Kyra lay on a simple bed, her breathing steady and her face serene, as if she were in a peaceful dream.
