I have one job to do, so I walk with confidence to the front of the church, never faltering even when every head turns as I pass. The very front pew is actually behind the pulpit and to the left, so I walk up the steps past the priest and turn, sitting to face the sanctuary at the very front of the church. Two elderly men and a middle-aged woman exit the church as the rest of the people stand up, drawing their guns. No one points a weapon at me, but the priest turns to face me. “May I ask for whom the bell tolls?” He looks…concerned. Since I don’t know and I couldn’t tell him if I did, I stare
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