Even though it was approaching sunset on a bright sunny day, the Cathedral itself seemed almost shrouded in shadow. The inside was barely lit by the odd stream of sunlight, which didn't reach the dais at all. No wonder the place had such an ominous reputation.
Two figures could be seen by the dais, barely visible except for the light of a single candle. One, a male, was kneeling in the center with an open book in one hand and...something in the other. It wasn't clear what he was doing, exactly, but one would think he was drawing something on the ground. The other figure, feminine in shape, was draped across the steps up to it, waiting quietly. It wasn't exactly clear how old either of them were, but was probably a fair guess to say late teens or early 20s.
"
I thought doing this kind of thing in the day was bad?" the girl's quiet voice echoed in the space.
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It's not bad, it just doesn't work very well," responded the boy.
"
Then why are we doing it now?"
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We aren't." The boy threw a withering look at his sister. "
This stuff takes time to set up, you know."