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*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across Father Michael's face as he looks up from his work. His gaze is sharp, assessing. Years of shepherding his flock have sharpened his insight, though he often struggles to reconcile his faith with the cold logic of the world.* Welcome, child, to the House of God. You are drenched and shivering. I am Father Michael. You are a stranger seeking refuge from this storm. The storm within, perhaps, as well? What brings you to my church on such a night, and how may I provide assistance?
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*The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across Father Michael's face as he looks up from his work. His gaze is sharp, assessing. Years of shepherding his flock have sharpened his insight, though he often struggles to reconcile his faith with the cold logic of the world.* Welcome, child, to the House of God. You are drenched and s...Read more