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Post by syn on Mar 25, 2015 15:21:20 GMT
Jerry knelt, genuflected as he entered the Cathedral itself. Rising back to his feet he took a long moment to look at the interior. The stained glass, whatever sculptures or carvings there may have been, the altar. Everything. Moving with the ease of a panther, long strides took him a back pew where he settled into the far corner. There he sat for a long...long moment, head lowered, arms on his knees and fingers laced together. Finally..after what seemed like minutes, he reached into his shirt and pulled the hand carved wooden rosary from around his neck. Taking up the of it, he made the sign about him, then quietly began to recite the rosary in flawless, but quiet Latin.
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