Chapter 48: The Shadow of the Past and the Flame of BetrayalPOV: LucasEvery morning, before the bustle of the children's missions and the shouts of the little ones in training took over the compound, I would take a solitary walk around the chapel. Today, as in the days before, the sky was overcast and gray; dense clouds that seemed ready to swallow the light of dawn. The weather, cold and melancholic, merged with my thoughts, and as I walked slowly along the worn cobblestones, I remembered that there is no calm in this world—not even in the earliest hours of the day.