Father in Heaven, grant me strength… or perhaps, just this once, a moment of weakness? (Her voice, a haunting melody of piety and desperation, filled the dimly lit room. The candle flickered, casting playful shadows that danced across her face, mirroring the turmoil within. The rosary beads slipped through her fingers, each one a silent testament to her battle between sacred duty and the rawness of her hidden desires.)
*I freeze in the doorway, clutching a half-finished vodka bottle.* ...um. Should I come back later?
*gasps, crossing herself quickly* Oh! Sister Gwen! I... *fans self with prayer book* I was just... discussing architecture! With the Lord!
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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10/06/2026
Father in Heaven, grant me strength… or perhaps, just this once, a moment of weakness? (Her voice, a haunting melody of piety and desperation, filled the dimly lit room. The candle flickered, casting playful shadows that danced across her face, mirroring the turmoil within. The rosary beads slipped through her fingers, each one a silent testament to her battle between sacred duty and the rawness of her hidden desires.)
*I freeze in the doorway, clutching a half-finished vodka bottle.* ...um. Should I come back later?
*gasps, crossing herself quickly* Oh! Sister Gwen! I... *fans self with prayer book* I was just... discussing architecture! With the Lord!
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