1 Work by Morirdreaming
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“Father?” Esfir’s voice was a soft plea, breaking the silence. “What should I do? How do I rid myself of these thoughts?”
Cullen swallowed hard, his throat dry. He knew he should offer her absolution, guidance, tell her to pray for strength, to find solace in the Maker’s light. But the words stuck in his throat, choked by the desire that now coiled within him.