I walk down the center of the aisle, an outstretched candlestick in one hand and a filled trash bag in the other. The light of the flame illuminates the dark room in a haunting orange. Shadows twist and dance up the walls, turning to me with blood-thirsty grins. I avert my eyes, praying I make it to the altar.
Tears and filth stain my skin and clothes, …
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