The Cathedral was so large and full of echoes that he heard the footsteps, the door opening and closing.
Perhaps he ruminated on it as he sat there in the confessional, twisting his beads. Thought about the peculiar things that had been stated, and yet he also knew that this place was filled with mysteries and strange benefactors. He rather thought that he may have jumped out of the pan and into the fire, but those were thoughts for another time.
This was not a time for confessionals, and after another hour he was relieved by another Father who took the nighttime watch. Another Peace be upon ye and then he stole quietly out the door and back to the dorms to take his nighttime watch.
Did he think about the Nameless voice? Of course he did, but after a few days, it was relegated to a part of his mind that would not obsess over it, after a week-- the conversation retreated backward, after two weeks it was something dim and hazy like the mist that floated around him on this afternoon.
Riley walked into the campus coffee shop, he had not lied when he said he enjoyed it occasionally. The chill seemed a bit more biting today and so he went up to the counter where he was greeted by the barista. "Good afternoon, Father Riley-- would you like your usual?" Already they were getting out the espresso and preparing the order.
"Ah yes, I would." he said as he folded his hands in front of himself and leaned, watching as the barista set about his order.
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Perhaps he ruminated on it as he sat there in the confessional, twisting his beads. Thought about the peculiar things that had been stated, and yet he also knew that this place was filled with mysteries and strange benefactors. He rather thought that he may have jumped out of the pan and into the fire, but those were thoughts for another time.
This was not a time for confessionals, and after another hour he was relieved by another Father who took the nighttime watch. Another Peace be upon ye and then he stole quietly out the door and back to the dorms to take his nighttime watch.
Did he think about the Nameless voice? Of course he did, but after a few days, it was relegated to a part of his mind that would not obsess over it, after a week-- the conversation retreated backward, after two weeks it was something dim and hazy like the mist that floated around him on this afternoon.
Riley walked into the campus coffee shop, he had not lied when he said he enjoyed it occasionally. The chill seemed a bit more biting today and so he went up to the counter where he was greeted by the barista. "Good afternoon, Father Riley-- would you like your usual?" Already they were getting out the espresso and preparing the order.
"Ah yes, I would." he said as he folded his hands in front of himself and leaned, watching as the barista set about his order.