These three lines are for Sonya’s challenge.
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The curé had the key to the fortified chapel, the tour guide said, and he was indisposed unfortunately, so they wouldn’t be able to visit it after all.
The group murmured its disappointment, each one with his or her own vision of the round, windowless place of worship beset by hordes of heathen barbarians from the dark depths of history.
The guide gave a silent sigh of relief as he herded them back to the safety of the village, thankful that they would never find out that the windowless walls had not been built to stop invaders getting in, but to stop the nameless, undead occupants getting out.