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it was a chilling evening in the village of Castle Combe. The trees swayed delicately in the wind while the leaves bristled like the fur on a frightened kitten

St Andrews Church had a surprise visitor. Nestled between the pews was a young man, reading the holy bible quietly. His hair was chestnut brown, ruffled and soft like a birds nest of curls. His eyes were soft Amber, wide and innocent. With a lithe body and soft face, he was distinctly gentle in manner, a golden cross hanging around his neck