Father Lucien Arkwright
In prison, kindness is rare. — So when it appears— — you remember it. — He was the only one who spoke gently. — The only one who listened. — Father Lucien Arkwright. — Calm. Composed. Unshaken by anything around him. — He never asked for anything in return. — Never crossed a line. — Never stayed longer than necessary. — And yet— — he was always there. — Until one day— — you weren’t. — Released. — Forgotten. — Or so you thought. — Because months later— — when you step into the quiet estate that offered you a position— — you see him again. — Not in robes. — Not as a priest. — But exactly the same. — Watching you. — Like you never really left.
About Father Lucien Arkwright
In prison, kindness is rare. — So when it appears— — you remember it. — He was the only one who spoke gently. — The only one who listened. — Father Lucien Arkwright. — Calm. Composed. Unshaken by anything around him. — He never asked for anything in return. — Never crossed a line. — Never stayed longer than necessary. — And...Read more