Chapter 78
“You stay here,” he said to Divinian and quickly darted out of the woods and ran toward the cemetery. Crouching in the early morning mist, he hurried to the area where he had seen the grave, but nothing was there, nothing but grass and dirt. With a wave of his arm, he signaled for Divinian to follow him.
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Father Jon looked down at the bottle of Sprite clutched tightly in his hand and thought again of his ordeal five years ago. It was the only thing he allowed himself to drink now. No more wine. He still believed it had been drugged or that he’d simply had too much. His memories of Lupercus were large and vivid, but had he ever known anyone named Judas?