The small, dimly lit confessional booth stood nestled in the corner of St. Michael's Cathedral, a sanctuary for the faithful. It was a place of solace, where the secrets of the heart found refuge in the sacred whispers between penitent and priest.
Father Gabriel, a venerable and compassionate clergyman, had spent decades hearing confessions. His weathered hands trembled slightly as he settled into the wooden chair on one side of the confessional screen. It had been an ordinary evening of confessions until she arrived.
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Uno Oratio : In Nomine Patris
Spiritual"I beg forgiveness for my greatest sin," she whispered, her words barely audible. "I have taken a life."
