Jason felt the church’s heavy, stale air fill his lungs, the scent of old wood and incense mingling with the tension. The air seemed thick with the crowd’s curiosity and unease, almost as if he could taste it. Amidst this, the dog’s barks echoed deeply within him, awakening a whirlwind of emotions that he struggled to control.
With every nerve in his body on edge, Jason took a step forward, his patience frayed to its limits. A surge of frustration and grief broke free from within him. “Open the coffin!” he shouted, his voice reverberating against the stone walls and stained glass, filling the church. “We have to see the truth! We can’t ignore this!”