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ㅤthe clocks would ring through the halls, echoing amongst the hovering pews.
ㅤand within moments, the priest and his stand had disappeared...
ㅤonly to show face again, another pricket skewering the demon — and another, and 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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ㅤan action that seemed so involuntary of the preacher now... as the world faded from view, the dim sunlight peering through stained glass.
ㅤthat's when he felt it. a simple candlestick. a sharp pricket fully exposed — just as fate had intended. luring him in with aggressive temptation.
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