Chapter 4 — The Spirit in the Walls 500 wordsThe night after they buried Matthias, the cathedral did not sleep.A cold wind slid through the aisles even though the doors were shut. Candles flickered violently. Hymn books fell from shelves without touch. And every corner seemed to hold a whisper too soft to be human… yet too sharp to be ignored.Elara woke in her chamber gasping, her skin covered in chills. She knew she had not been dreaming. She had heard a voice—broken, trembling, unmistakably familiar.“Why did you leave me in the dark?”Matthias.She hurried to find Gabriel.He was already awake, pacing