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A Velvet Savior

On a Sunday morning before most churches had finished their services, they went to the Old Paris Flea Market. They stared at the Velvet Jesus, a rendition of the classic portrait of an Aryan Christ casting his eyes toward heaven, … Continue reading

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Sanctuary

The entrance to the Church of the Redeemer didn’t have red doors, not anymore. The paint had faded, gray wood planks hanging on hinges, locks loose in their settings. Grizz pushed through the doors, entered the narthex, staring into the … Continue reading

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