Chapter 7
Occasionally even a Christian crusade would come along and set up a revival tent for all the lost souls that visited the Reef. That reminded him of the church that crouched all alone at the edge of the Reef. Its presence was almost unnoticed as it sat among thick shrubbery and trees that refused to let the rays of the sun or moon invade its shadows. It had a graveyard beside it and a rectory in the back. It was occupied by Father Jonathan Becker, a holy man with a quiet disposition who kept up the building and the grounds as best he could. Sage would see him walking around the outside of the church on occasion, inspecting the building. Since his parish was so small, he served alone, dividing his time between his ministerial duties and keeping the grounds in good shape.
The church and the reverend seemed to fit.
Both were lonely, dark, and deathly quiet.