Ashtyn called as I was
sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for Sebastian’s parents to
arrive.
“I think I found
something.”
She sounded excited.
“Have you ever heard of
the Sisterhood of Suffering?”
Of course I hadn’t.
“They were a sect of nuns
that believed the world was guilty of unforgivable sins, and that it was their
duty to bring about the final judgment. They believed that someone must be
consumed by their guilt, devoured by it even, before they could be properly
cleansed.”
They were also, Ashtyn
explained, originally based out of Wheaton Prep, back when it was a private,
all girls’ Catholic school. Back when
three young girls had attempted to resurrect Sumthak and bring about the end of
the world.
I mentioned that to Ashtyn,
and she agreed that it was an odd coincidence.
They had a ritual.
They would find a target,
say a spell, and slowly start to uncover their guilt.
When the spell was
complete the target would come face to face with the guilt that haunted them.
Only a week and a half left until we meet again.
I wasn’t sure if I was
ready to face my own guilt.
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