She knelt in the darkness, waiting. She could smell the incense as it hung in the air. Incense and candle wax, and furniture polish. Those were the smells she associated with the church. The grille slid back. She could just make out the outline of the priest's head in the dim light behind him as he waited for her to confess. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been six years since
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