Serafka was in the chapel's side room when Arthur found her, kneeling on the stone floor with her sleeves rolled to the elbow and six small copper bowls arranged in a pattern he didn't recognize but could feel was precise in the way that machinery is precise — not decorative but load-bearing. She looked up when he entered.
"Well," she said.
"She's gone. For now."
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