The only light in the dim room came from the candle on the desk. The various old books scattered on the desk cast shadows on the walls of the narrow, worn office as the flame flickered.
"So, is that it?"
The middle-aged priest sitting at the desk asked in a soft, yet monotonous voice. His face, illuminated by the candlelight, looked as lifeless as the old, shabby office.
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