From the outside the church was in bad shape, but the inside was a different matter. The pews were made of quality wood and oiled to a shine. The altar featured silver candlesticks, and accoutrements. Whereas the crucifix was by itself a work of art.
It always astonished her how the poorest members of a community poured so much of their time and income into their faith. Those from the Protestant church tended to look down on the Catholic parishioners… those who would give you the shirts off their back…
Near the crucifix, Clara spotted a familiar symbol. It was a double helix, indicating there was a hunter cache in the premises. That doesn’t make sense…
“…why have one in such a small centre?”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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