THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE
As I hung up the phone, a nagging feeling tugged at the depths of my conscience, urging me to seek solace in the church's embrace.
I quickly wore a black turtleneck sweater, a subtle nod to my inner contemplation, and made my way to the car. The engine roared to life, resonating with the determination coursing through my veins.
Upon arriving at the church, a sombre atmosphere greeted my eyes. Only a handful of individuals occupied the pews, scattered sparsely, each keeping a considerable distance from one another. The emptiness of space seemed to mirror the void within my soul.
I walked towards the confession room, the scent of incense lingering in the air, mingling with a sense of both reve
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