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Jesus was perfecting his character (Short Story )
The dust of the narrow road clung to zek's sandals, heavy and gray. Every step felt like lifting lead. His shoulders ached under the inv...
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The sound was a phantom, a shriek without a throat, yet it tore through her. It resonated not in the air, but in the hollow chambers of her ...
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The old me had to die so I could keep finding God. It wasn't a dramatic, television-drama kind of death, no gasping for breath on a cold...
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