In the Vicinity

Everyone knew what direction Father Joseph was referring to. The direction that they were going toward. The direction of the Holy Grounds. 

To call it the holy grounds even though they were tainted felt wrong. 

Jake didn't understand why there was a Holy Ground in the middle of a city. It was supposed to be a sanctuary for a saint, a place of peace. 

What peace and quiet could be found in the middle of a city? 

As they walked toward the clock tower, Jake noticed something truly interesting. The clock tower moved. It actually told the time. 

Decades without maintenance and repair, and yet it still functioned. It blew Jake's mind. 

The clock was rusty, completely brown in color. That was definitely not the intended color of the clock hands. 

And when the minute's hand moved, there was a sound that could be heard when they got closer. The sound of metal scraping. A clock that was about to die, yet kept beating.