Chapter 195 STORY 55 - DEAREST FATHER DOMINIC (II)

The lattice screen slides open and his face is suddenly three inches away. His dark eyes wide, his jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his temple, the white collar bright against his throat. His hands are gripping the edges of the opening, and his knuckles are white with the tendons standing out.

“God i...

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