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| Prologue �Our Father, who art in heaven�� The loud monotone voice echoed off the wooden wall of the old Baptist church. ��Hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done�� Each pew was filled with its regular churchgoers, dressed in their Sunday best. ��On earth as it is in heaven�� And just like every other Sunday, it�s occupants barely seeme to be listening. ��Give us this day our daily bread�� All except the young man sitting solemnly in the front row. Usually the first pew was caned for the older parish members, who took the service a little more seriously. The boy sat with his head bowed in prayer. His clasped hand clung desperately to the silver cross around his neck. His lips moved softly as he whispered every word of the prayer. His forehead was wrinkled with thought, as he concentrated on every word as if it were the last time he would say it. ��And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us�� The blond ran a shaky hand through his spiked hair as he finished the prayer. ��And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.� The young boy sighed softly as he looked up to the crucifix on the wall in front of him �Amen.� He whispered, silently, with watery eyes. |