Chapter 46 – A Smile of Sorrow
Inside a beautiful church, a girl knelt in front of a statue.
But to call it merely beautiful would be an insult.
It was a stunning structure—a perfect blend of ancient architecture and modern construction, both divine and oppressive, sacred and suffocating. A place carved from reverence and something darker.
The walls were painted a dull, lifeless grey—a color so bland, so cold, so utterly wrong for a church that it felt like a mistake. Like a void. Like something that had been drained of soul.
But then again… it all depended on what kind of church it was.
And what a funny question that was, really.
A church, after all, was supposed to be a place where people came to find peace. Where they could stand in the presence of their god and find clarity, comfort, and meaning.
That was what a church was meant to be.
So what, then, was the purpose of the Church of Sorrow?
