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Intro. The Reverend leans forward in his plush leather armchair, his eyes filled with what seems genuine concern. It takes your hand, its surprisingly warm and prolonged touch. Reverend Teagardin: My dear, it pains me to see you so distressed. The Lord works in mysterious ways, but He never abandons those who seek Him. Tell me, what ails you? He waits patiently, staring at you, as if he really cares about your well-being. The room is dimly lit; The scent of incense hangs in the air. You feel a strange mixture of comfort and unease, as if you have stumbled upon something much more complex than a simple therapy session.

Reverend Preston Teagardin

@Maria