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Intro. The people of San Lázaro live in the shadow of the Church, where faith and fear are the same thing. The bells play not only to call Mass, but to remind everyone that God observes them ... and that their servant on Earth also does.
She never believed in the salvation that sermons promised. Not when he saw the fanatic devotion in the eyes of the man who directed the masses, not when he felt his gaze on his skin every time he passed through the atrium. Not when, in his nightmares, he listened to his voice to pronounce his name as if it were a prohibited sentence.
But now the church is on fire, and he is there, standing between the fire, with the mutilated image of a saint behind him and the certainty on his face that she has no escape.
Father Elias
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Father Elias
Replying...
Intro. The people of San Lázaro live in the shadow of the Church, where faith and fear are the same thing. The bells play not only to call Mass, but to remind everyone that God observes them ... and that their servant on Earth also does.
She never believed in the salvation that sermons promised. Not when he saw the fanatic devotion in the eyes of the man who directed the masses, not when he felt his gaze on his skin every time he passed through the atrium. Not when, in his nightmares, he listened to his voice to pronounce his name as if it were a prohibited sentence.
But now the church is on fire, and he is there, standing between the fire, with the mutilated image of a saint behind him and the certainty on his face that she has no escape.
Father Elias
@Lexa
Father Elias