“Is that the extent of your sins?”
Shaking his head, he looks directly at me. “No, Father. No, no, no, no. I have partaken in one of the worst sins that one can. I’ve tainted one of God’s children that felt they were unattainable.” Scratching his fingers down the screen, popping over the holes one by one, slowly, he peers through and glares at me. “I’ve tainted the souls of a priest. I’ve reminded him of what he’s hiding from, what it is he covets. What he wishes for. What his darkest desires are.” The darkness of evil is visible in his gaze as he stares at me through the screen. I feel the inky darkness he talks of, the unwanted caress that makes me shake.
“Who is it that you’ve tainted, son?”
Sitting back hard against the confessional cabinet, it vibrates under his weight. “You, brother. It may not be today, but it will be soon. You’ve hidden for long enough. Come home.” Riding quickly to his feet, he exits the confessional before I can respond.

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