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It wasn’t like he didn’t feel guilty. He was supposed to be an adult now, right? He shouldn’t be helping a kid pee in the holy water.

“Desecration,” the priest called it. He didn’t even have to investigate. The prank was so distinctly Ken that he took one look at the bowl and glared at him. Not that he has done such a thing since he was a kid, but whatever. The old bastard knew. Maybe Jesus told him.

He crossed his arms and stared out the window. The kid was waiting out in the hall, and his mother was coming to meet them.

“Hey, can’t I go? I didn’t even do anything!” He complained.

The priest rolled his eyes. “You have to explain what happened to her. It will eat at your conscience if you don’t.”

“You say that like I have one.”

Benjamin Snow almost forgot the sound of footsteps.

He spent so long trapped in the forest, suffocated by the crumbling walls of a long-lost castle where he made his home. The place suited him just fine. The remains were hardly more than a broken down tower, but he was safe from predators and storms. He could climb up and see beyond the trees, or build a fire at the base and wait for prey to come by. There were always curious animals about, so removed from humans that they could hardly protect themselves against him.

But those were human footsteps. Clumsy ones, at that. Someone was walking into his territory for the first time in years.

Grace watched in silent awe as the woman cured her hand with a single drop from the vial. The welts washed away with the liquid and the little girl breathed a soft, “wooow!” 

              “Um...I’m here for flowers. I really am. But,                ah, what’s this? I mean, it doesn’t look like               a regular flower.”