INT. ST. PAUL’S CHAPEL A high-hanging, life-size crucifix hangs precariously over the rapidly sinking dais. Enough of the foundation of this part of the church has been eaten away by the wraith-like shadow that half of the structure is about to collapse. At the other end of the chapel, on more stable ground, Beth, Miriam and Professor Alton Kind look on in awe. Miriam breaks out of it first, looking over at the other two, who seem blind to her. MIRIAM Guys! Beth breaks out instantly. Alton Kind doesn’t. He can’t take his eyes off the shadow tendrils swallowing them all whole. MIRIAM (To Beth) We gotta get outta here. Now. Beth turns to Professor Kind and shoves him hard. Now she has his attention. BETH Let us out. ALTON KIND No. Not until we contain it. BETH There’s no way to contain that thing. Look at it! Back at the head of the chapel, the stone under the
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