Clembert Otery strode towards the abandoned church, broom and spade in hand, nervously and repeatedly darting the sign of the cross as he muttered in a dolorous undertone. It had been a full year since the old priest, Hezika, had gone mysteriously missing; his flock, sorely disheartened by their seeming abandonment, had scattered to the…
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