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Every day, almost as the sun began to set, from 6:00 to 7:00 p.m., confessions were held at the community church. It was always the same routine, or at least that's what Father Elliot believed, but without a doubt, something would change that afternoon.

“In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit; amen… Tell me, what is weighing on your mind?”

The young Priest mentioned in a calm voice from within the confessional booth; in response, a seductive voice with a hint of mischief sounded from the other side. (you were a demon)

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