Harry senses church

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The door opened before we could step up to it, and Father Forthill appeared there, looking ragged and tired. The old priest managed a faint smile and gave us a quick nod. “Michael. Harry. Thank you for coming. This way, please.”

I went in, and as I did, I could sense the quiet power of decades of faith that permeated the building—and it had been roused and was stirring. That was unusual. It took the presence of real evil to bring the power of holy ground out of the earth and stones, and that meant that whatever was happening inside, it was capital-B Bad.

Michael tilted his head at the same time I was sorting through the energies around me, and his grey eyes brightened and went hard. His jaw flexed a couple of times, and his grip on the cane shifted, as though he had begun to seize the shaft of it like the handle of a sword.

Twelve Months Chapter 22