[s7e7] Untainted By Filth Now

He placed his hand on the smooth, cool wood of the altar, leaving no trace of dirt behind.

"You are late, Silas," she said, her voice flat and devoid of the warmth she usually reserved for the parish faithful. [S7E7] Untainted by Filth

Beatrice looked at the ledger in his hand, then at the fierce, unyielding light in his eyes. She set her broom aside and walked over to him, reaching out to gently touch the edge of his sleeve. He placed his hand on the smooth, cool

Beatrice leaned on her broom, studying him. She had known Silas since they were children in this very village, long before he had left to join the capital's elite investigative force, and long before he had returned broken, cynical, and obsessed with the dark underbelly of the city. She set her broom aside and walked over

Silas stopped at the altar rail. He looked up at the great stained-glass window above them, where the morning light was finally beginning to pour through, shattering into brilliant pools of crimson, sapphire, and gold on the floor.