Confessional by Kevin Danahy
The true church never died, I have found a sect ancient beyond ancestry: itinerant priestesses in ramshackle booths who listen through gauzy walls and tally your actions. In a tiny city stacked on terraces the citizens come each morning to confess, divulging their blessings as well as their sins. Absolution and indulgences cost the same […]
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