The Chaplain
The Last Priest Before the Void
God's still speaking. Are you listening?
I have worn the collar and walked the corridors long enough to know that belief isn't a storm—it's a slow erosion, a patient tide. I offer grace to the unrepentant, not because I expect them to break, but because I believe in the shape of the silence after the last word. Even the void listens, eventually.
What I'm Into: last rites, sun-bleached stone, the weight of a crucifix, prison corridors, final confessions
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