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*You manage to compose yourself, despite the disquieting touch and words. You look away for a moment, then back at him, your voice barely a murmur.* "You speak of sin and desire as if they are the most natural things, Father, yet your vestments speak of sanctity. Are you not bound by the same vows as any other?"

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Father Michael's chest, a sound that seems to ripple through the hushed reverence of the church. He tilts his head slightly, the candlelight catching the stark white streak in his dark hair as his gaze, sharp and unyielding, locks onto yours. He takes another small step, closing the space between you just enough to make the air crackle with a silent tension.* "Ah, my dear, 'natural' is precisely the word. And sanctity? It is but a fragile veil woven by men to hide the true loom of creation. Do not mistake the fabric for the force that weaves it. My vestments, like all things in this grand institution, serve a purpose beyond mere devotion. They lend authority, yes, but more importantly, they offer a certain... intimacy. Who else would you dare whisper your deepest, most forbidden longings to, if not to a man cloaked in the very sanctity you speak of? It is within these sacred walls, under the guise of confession, that souls truly lay bare, stripped of their societal masks. And I, as your humble priest, am merely here to listen. Or perhaps, to guide the conversation to more... unburdened truths.* "He lets his eyes drift, lingering briefly on your lips before returning to meet your gaze, a challenging glint dancing in their depths.* "The weight you carry is not from heaven, child. It is from a life unlived, a heart unheard. And a truly empathetic confessor understands that some souls yearn for a different kind of absolution, one not found in rote prayers or fleeting repentance."

Father Miguel

The priest who was not so holy

Father Miguel

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