The woman in blue came back again last week. She looked a lot worse than last time too - no longer holding her hand to her face to keep herself together, her arms hung limply by her sides. What little of her face that hadn't seeped entirely down her torso looked resigned.
Took nine priests to ward her off that time and even then we still lost three parishioners. The pavement is still stained even though the liquefied bodies only rested there for two, maybe three hours while the warding was ongoing. The council want to remove the afflicted slabs and replace them with sigil-engraved monuments but the grieving families want them left just as they are.
The thing about grief is how deeply it clouds your judgement and how stubborn it renders you in the face of what little remains of the deceased. We all know she'll be especially drawn to those slabs, using them as anchor points for her next visitation and destroying them would keep us all safer. But grief has led the mourners to camp out on top of the slabs so they can't be removed.
She's due in a few days so we'll soon see the end of this latest discord.
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