The priest took him inside the church where it was all dark wood and deeper shadows. Stained-glass windows, depicting various moments of Jesus's passion up the mountainside, lay hidden in shadow along the upper portion of the eastern wall, that is until the setting sun looped back around the Earth and illuminated them yet again in morning sunshine.
"I will make this quick so you still have some light for your walk back," said the priest, sensing his concern.
They sat down on opposite benches. Ruthridge slid backward on the cool, smooth wood. His back straightened against its stiffness.
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