Tuesday, September 9, 2025

     They'd snagged him.  Our friend.  And the authorities kept calling each of us "crazy" with our reports of "look-a-likes" and some "parallel universe" that fools children into staying with "them".  Whole churches would seem normal on a Sunday and then cover the cross.  "It's defunct," they told a realtor.  "Not enough congregants."

     

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