It was with a grim sense of resignation that Roxas pulled on his acolyte’s robes. Always. Every Sunday… every service... Always. He glanced over his shoulder where Father Axel was donning his vestments and held back a shudder of pure hate.
All the other boys liked Father Axel. He wasn’t like the other priests at the
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Thank you very much for reading!
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Kudos to you for this story~
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