“Wait,” Charity said. She gave me a look filled with discomfort and then said, “May I say a brief prayer for us first?” “Can’t hurt,” I said. “I’ll take all the help I can get.” She bowed her head and said, “Lord of hosts, please stand with us against this darkness.” The quiet, bedrock-deep energy of true faith brushed against me. Charity crossed herself. “Amen.”
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