Had it not been for the green roof poking between the bare trees, he might have missed the church altogether. Pulling a U-turn, he navigated his vehicle down the road into the valley, where the church came into view.
Reaching back, he shook his daughter awake, her pale face and glassy eyes breaking his heart in piece for the thousandth time.
Gently, he lifted her out of the car and carried her into the church, which was little more than an empty husk. Out of options, he prayed in an ancient tongue, begging the Hollow Saint to save his child.
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