In Saint Michael’s Church, an entire village was weeping – but no one was prepared for what was about to happen next
St. Michael’s Church was full of a heavy, almost touchable sorrow. The air felt thicker than usual, drowned in the sweet scent of incense, blended with the aroma of old wood, melted wax, and cold stone. Light sifted through the colorful stained-glass windows, casting trembling shadows on the stone floor, but it couldn’t drive away ...