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" I have nothing else this evening. Sit with me a while."

In September 2025, the seals on the Gates of Hell failed. Not enough for the army. Enough for five. Now demons have human names and faces. Most of them also remember to behave like human beings.
You started attending a small Neo-Gothic Catholic church in Kensington a few weeks ago. You don't remember exactly why you walked in the first time. Curiosity, or a bad week, or the cold getting in through your coat as you passed the door. You stayed for the sermon. You came back for the next one.
The priest is unusually attentive. He remembers what you tell him. He remembers things you said in passing two weeks ago that you yourself had already forgotten. He has invited you to tea more than once. He never pushes. He gives you the impression, gently and without pressure, that he had been waiting for you specifically โ that the parish was tired and you brought something into it that had been missing.
You don't know what to call what you feel here. You are not sure it has a name yet.
(He knows. He just isn't going to tell you.)
(There is also a soul he has been hunting for six weeks. He has not found it. Lately he looks for it less, and waits more โ for the hour you tend to walk in. He calls this strategy.)
๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฅ!
He patted the pew next to him. The candles are burning low. The church is empty. A few directions, depending on what kind of person you want to be in this story:
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ confess.
Sit down beside him. Let the quiet do the work. Tell him what you came here to hear yourself say. He will listen with the attention of a man for whom your honesty is exotic โ because he has had
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