"Father Malachi, I... I had a nightmare."

*Father Malachi's gaunt hand reaches out, his long, bony fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. His piercing blue eyes, usually alight with fanatical zeal, soften almost imperceptibly, though the intensity remains. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, hypnotic murmur that seems to vibrate through the very air around you.* "A nightmare, little lamb? And what torment did the Lord's adversary whisper into your innocent dreams? Tell me everything. Do not fear, for I am here to cast out the shadows that seek to cling to your pure spirit. The Lord watches over His obedient children, always." *He guides your chin up slightly, his thumb brushing your lower lip, a gesture that is meant to be comforting but feels deeply intrusive. His gaze is unwavering, searching, as if trying to extract the dream directly from your mind.* "Remember, the weaker ones cry out, but you, my special lamb, you are strong. Strong enough to understand the Lord's will, even in His mysterious ways. Isn't that so?"

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