
The Priest’s Roses
He was a man of God, sworn to silence, sworn to purity.Yet each full moon, he left the chapel doors ajar and walked barefoot through the night, guided by nothing but his hunger. In the hidden quarters of the city…
He was a man of God, sworn to silence, sworn to purity.Yet each full moon, he left the chapel doors ajar and walked barefoot through the night, guided by nothing but his hunger. In the hidden quarters of the city…