Chapter 233 Pxl 2
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- Mara.
- I always liked Sunday mornings, even before I started sinning in them. There’s something about the air in the church that feels thick, like honey or maybe longing. When I walk through the doors, there’s a kind of hush that makes me feel powerful, like everyone’s pretending to look at the altar but really watching for the next scandal. Maybe that’s just my ego talking, but today I’ve earned it.