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the first time in 40 years, I was free. The silence in the sanctuary was fragile, like glass waiting to shatter. I stood at the podium, looking down at the man who had called me father for 32 years.
Terrence was trembling. His face was a mask of confusion and terror. He looked at me, pleading with his eyes, begging me to stop, begging me to save him continue reading …
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