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Wedding Bells

Dante

I stretch my sore knuckles on the little stage that holds the altar at St. Michael’s, a church I haven’t set foot inside since Mom died. As Dad used to say, church is for people who confess their sins, and Saints aren’t that goddamn stupid.

But it seems like I am. Father Stefan’s gaze follow...

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