Anathema

Arnold stopped to peer at the moon, glabrous and pale in the late night sky, then slipped through the broad cathedral doors. The church was silent except for the echo his shoes made when he walked across the marble floor, and he suppressed a shudder as he passed by flickering candles and confessionals, surrounded by leering statues of the saints.

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2 comments on “Anathema

  1. blindloveweb says:

    Worth reading..superrrrb!!!

  2. Excellent very good read

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