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Father Mac Fadden moved slowly between the rows of headstones within the confines of the churchyard. He stopped shortly at each grave marker, praying and sprinkling Holy water on every one of them as he went. He smiled slightly as he remembered a time long ago when his church was a thriving example of God!
He and his parish traveled to this place in hopes of spreading the gospel to the natives, which lived in this small village, tucked quietly away and hidden from the rest of the world.
His smile quickly disappeared, as he remembered the events, which started his own fall from Grace and eventually claimed all those with him.



Awesome continue to your
Awesome continue to your novel.