A whisper of stone and prayer, a place where the living bargain with eternity.
Hidden in the shadows of crumbling cathedrals, a chantry is more than a chapel — it is a pact with the afterlife. Built by lords and kings, sinners and saints, these sacred spaces echo with centuries of whispered masses spoken for souls long gone. Here, time drips slowly like melted wax, and each candle lit is a voice calling across the veil.