True to her nature, Lucy gets a twinge in her mind that someone might be in need of her help. Call it a Spidey-sense for her kind.

But there’s an unclear commitment to this need, so she waits to see how it plays out.

Being the last of her kind has conferred on Lucy a responsibility to protect the world, this human world, from certain evil. But at the moment, she figures it wise to seek counsel from one of the oldest and wisest beings in existence.

Some part of her otherworldly soul twinges at the energy present on the church grounds in this tiny, tucked away village in Maine. The resonance sets her golden eyes aglow, as a sharp breeze passes through her silvery flaxen hair.

Nevertheless, Lucy knocks >


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