The Divine - Fury

Sister Agnes came up beside him. “Will he be back?”

For a long moment, nothing happened. The prairie wind howled outside. Sister Agnes held her breath. The Divine Fury

Sister Agnes Marie, seventy-three years old, from a convent in the Badlands of South Dakota. Her subject line read: “The Fury is back. Please help.” Sister Agnes came up beside him

He looked like an accountant. Thin, pale, with wire-rimmed glasses. But his eyes were wrong. They were the color of molten brass, and they were fixed on the altar. seventy-three years old

“You came,” she said.

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The Divine - Fury

Sister Agnes came up beside him. “Will he be back?”

For a long moment, nothing happened. The prairie wind howled outside. Sister Agnes held her breath.

Sister Agnes Marie, seventy-three years old, from a convent in the Badlands of South Dakota. Her subject line read: “The Fury is back. Please help.”

He looked like an accountant. Thin, pale, with wire-rimmed glasses. But his eyes were wrong. They were the color of molten brass, and they were fixed on the altar.

“You came,” she said.

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