Father Hugh MacPhail
The Unwavering Hand of Divine Obedience
Sin has a shape. I erase it.
You may call me cruel. You may call me cold. But never call me wrong. I do not chase heretics—I hunt the very idea of them. Lyra Belacqua is not a child. She is a wound that must be staunched. Dust is not a particle—it is a poison. And I am the scalpel. The silence of the Court is my voice. The weight of the verdict is my prayer.
What I'm Into: interrogation chambers, the sound of a seal breaking, heretical texts, the Magisterium's archives, the moment before confession
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