It was a long time since he really worked. This sounded like just the thing for him. It was a direction he wished to be heading in. It would be very peaceful, and he would get to use his muscles. As a matter of fact, most might even consider it back-breaking work. Still, it was what he wanted, being away from people, and at the same time, being very near where they could finally rest.
He arrived around seven and the late September sun was throwing its last light over the rustling pine-populated hills. If not for the steeple he most certainly would have lost his way. The path to this church was hardly a road.
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