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Woe to her that is rebellious and defiled, the oppressing city…

There were very few people in the dim sanctuary of the church as Parker read the Second Lesson of the service. To Wimsey, it felt like a cave-- an entirely separate realm from the humid city outside.

She listens to no voice, she accepts no correction…

Wimsey felt sick and crowded-in, even though there was no one else sharing his pew. He did not belong here at all -- but Parker did, and right now Parker's steady, ordinary voice was the only thing keeping him willingly tethered to this earth.