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“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.” The words spoken so many times still had not lost their meaning to the fair skinned man with eyes the devil himself could not possess. Not only did he enjoy speaking the words, but he also worshiped the aftermath of the expression.

“Tell me of your sins my son, for nothing that you say can be too atrocious for our Father to forgive.”

Father Mackey sat back in his tight confessional booth, the stiff wood of the seat was beginning to wear on his already aging and tired body. A man of almost sixty, Father Mackey preferred to not really keep track of his years. “Age is but a number,” he would often claim. “When the Lord, our Father, decides that it is my time, then I shall go, no sooner and no later.” Next Page

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