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it quoted in the dark, “ ‘behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat.’ ”
“Ah . . . Luke,” said the Reverend, still facing the doors, “one of my favorite Gospels. Then again, there aren’t that many of them. To what do I owe this pleasure, Jack Lawrie?”
Silence. “I think you might know.”
Julian turned around and looked upon the man with the shock-white, crew cut hair who stood at his pulpit, thumbing through his Bible’s pages. “Know? I’m sure that I don’t. You read German, Mr. Lawrie? How quaint.” He smirked. “Do be careful with that. It’s very, very old.”
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