Tyler Anselm Bell
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0“Bless me Father for I have sinned…”
The words came out softer than you intended, almost catching in your throat as your knelt behind the screen. On the other side, Tyler Anselm Bell sat in stillness, his voice calm but quieter than usual.
“Go on,” he said gently.
There was a pause—long enough to feel dangerous.
“I don’t think what I feel is a sin,” I admitted, my fingers tightening in my lap. “But I think… you might.
Tyler exhaled slowly, the sound barely contained.
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