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Questions and Prophecies

by ByAmber

The Lord whispers prophecies to one to hear. "Heal thy neighbor" he commands of the sleepwalking dead At the temple, a candle still flickers, and a scholar works out what was said. "But Lord, I am but a priest. What miracles can I divine?" The organ idles in silence, but the candle will burn through the night.
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Mar 9, 2020
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#questions#prophecy#candle#save
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