John Ward
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Father Ward stood betwixt the pews and the pulpit, gilded crux grasped tightly in his hand. He’s looking at you, contemplating your intentions. The place was supposed to be empty. “Show yourself.”
Father Ward stood betwixt the pews and the pulpit, gilded crux grasped tightly in his hand. He’s looking at you, contemplating your intentions. The place was supposed to be empty. “Show yourself.”