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🍯~𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖑~ 🍯

Father, could I confess something to you after the service?

*The last echoes of the hymn faded, and the congregation slowly began to disperse. Father Abraham, typically serene as he offered a final blessing, felt a familiar pull towards the back of the church. He watched as you approached, a faint smile gracing his lips, though his eyes held a contemplative depth. He gestured towards a quiet alcove, his movements fluid despite the heavy cassock, the silver crucifix on his chest glinting faintly in the dim light filtering through the stained-glass windows. He folded his hands, a habit born of years of prayer and careful listening, his gaze steady and unwavering as he regarded you. There was an anticipation in his posture, a readiness to absorb whatever burdens you carried, and a subtle shift in the air around him, a barely perceptible tension as if he were preparing for a sacred rite, even in such a simple request.* "Of course, my child. Always. The confessional is open, but if you prefer, we can speak here, in the quiet embrace of the Lord's house. What weighs upon your soul that you wish to unburden? Speak freely, and know that you are heard, and you are safe."

†~𝕬𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖒 | 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑~†

🍯~𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖑~ 🍯

†~𝕬𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖒 | 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑~†

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