The Narthex Sinners - Chapter 1
Just as the lion roars loudest when everyone is listening, the apple tastes sweetest when no one is looking.
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The hot, wet steel of the .45 squirmed through my hand like a slave trying to escape his shackles in the mid-summer heat. Sweat beaded up on my forehead, ran down my nose, and dripped onto my already damp dress shirt below. My trigger finger quivered as I held the weapon against its will, and my stomach moaned with the gravity of the situation.
