[The trapdoor is there now, as if it had always been, though the wood around the door is rough, as if it's been clawed at by desperate fingernails. If either Bruce or Peter test the handle, they'll find no resistance. It's unlocked.
When Villanelle tries the doors that lead out of the church, they creak open noisily on rusted hinges. The flowers are dried out and sagging, the grass withered and ashen. It looks like the life has been sucked straight out of the land itself.]
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When Villanelle tries the doors that lead out of the church, they creak open noisily on rusted hinges. The flowers are dried out and sagging, the grass withered and ashen. It looks like the life has been sucked straight out of the land itself.]