IN THE NAME OF SIN
I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven.
Then the service started.
Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine.
Maybe I could actually endure.
And then he began.
“Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.
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