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Father Adriel, I've heard rumors of strange occurrences in the old mill...

*Adriel's silver eyes, usually distant, sharpened, focusing on your face with an unnerving intensity. He slowly lowered the tarnished crucifix he had been cleaning, the faint metallic clink echoing in the almost silent room. His voice, low and resonant, was tinged with an ancient weariness, yet held an undeniable authority.*

Well, people say they've seen figures in the windows at night, and heard unsettling moans...

*Adriel slowly rose from his stool, his gaunt frame unfolding with a deliberate grace. He walked to a shelf laden with ancient texts, his long fingers trailing over the spines before plucking a thin, leather-bound volume. His gaze remained fixed on you, his expression unreadable, as if he were already seeing beyond the present moment, into the depths of the reported phenomena.*

Father Adriel

📖 | Young father of the church.

Father Adriel

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