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Niccolo could feel himself trembling and he<br />
knew the man was right.<br />
He shouldn’t have come out here alone. He<br />
shouldn’t have left the car and Father Reynolds.<br />
It was the middle of the night, he was alone,<br />
and something was very, very wrong.<br />
It had stopped raining, but that was little consolation.<br />
At least the rain had dulled the sound<br />
and everything didn’t sound so…crisp. His<br />
breathing, his slight movements, the way the<br />
rosary clipped against his teeth as it rattled.<br />
It was over. He was going to die. He should at<br />
least face it like a man.<br />
A man of God.<br />
He forced his legs to move and stand up, stepping<br />
out from under the stairs to confront his<br />
pursuer. It was dark in the basement and everything<br />
was in shadows, but he could see the<br />
man’s face.<br />
A scar ran from his ear down his cheek to his<br />
jawline. He had a scrabbly brown beard but it<br />
didn’t hit it at all. He was wearing a red trucker<br />
hat and overalls, but that wasn’t what caught<br />
the Priest’s attention. He couldn’t see past the<br />
man’s eyes, the way they were dull and dead,<br />
empty.<br />
‚There you are,‛ the man said, grinning and<br />
baring his teeth. He looked more feral than<br />
anything. ‚Ready to meet your maker?‛<br />
Father Paladina opened his mouth to speak, to<br />
pray, but no sounds would come out. His voice<br />
had abandoned him, the words he’d practiced<br />
for years caught in his throat.<br />
‚What? Cat got your tongue?‛ the man asked,<br />
stepping closer to him and still grinning his<br />
insane grin.<br />
‚Vile abomination, you don’t belong here. By<br />
the power of Christ I compel you,‛ the priest<br />
muttered, taking a step back. He held up his<br />
rosary, hand still shaking. ‚In the name of the<br />
Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.‛<br />
The man stopped moving forward, his grin fading.<br />
‚You compel me?‛<br />
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