“Father Joseph?” His steely eyes betrayed nothing as he simply cut a slow bow. “Miss Pearl, it is a pleasure to see you again.” “W-what are you doing here?” “Having coffee, dear child.” “No, I don’t mean this fake diner. This fake Ash Grove. hell, with the devil. Why are you—” “Fake?” He raised an eyebrow at Judas. “Is this what she believes?” Then the priest stood, his metal cross necklace clanking against the table, and smoothed his robes. “May god have mercy on us all. May he forgive us for what is to come.” He prayed, touching his rosary to his lips. “See you at mass, Father,” Judas said
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