I'm starting a novel.
“Our Father, who art in Heaven…”
“No.”
“Hallowed be Thy name…”
“NO.”
“Thy kingdom come…”
“NO!!” Strong, gruff hands pulling me back, slamming my bony shoulders against the unrelenting steel chair. I hiss at them, whipping around my shroud of lank black hair to face them, but the threat isn’t necessary. My very eyes hold them
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