At two in the afternoon, the last remaining parishioners were leaving after a rather lovely Christening. There would be another in about an hour and a half, but the ministers schedule was kept running quite smoothly. There would be time enough in between to speak to anyone who came in from the street, requiring aid or conversation.
Until then, the small church was rather quiet. To some, it might have been almost eerie, the way each little footstep echoed through the cold stone building, and a little draft travelled through the open space. Some people just disliked the insides of churches in general, but to the minister this state of emptiness was calm and peaceful.
He stepped into his poky little office, just to the left of the arched entrance to the church. His door was left ajar, so that he might hear anyone enter and so that a visitor would find him accessible.
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