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The small church on Lintal Street looked somewhat out of place when compared to everything else in this city; it was a small building with a stone facade and a gabled roof that rose to a peak a mere twenty feet above the sidewalk. Two arch-shaped windows on either side of the large wooden doors looked in on a room that might have fit nicely with just about every Catholic church Melissa had ever been to.
Dressed in black pants and a short-sleeved red blouse, Melissa stood on the front step with her arms folded. Working up the nerve to go inside took some effort. “You can do this,” she told herself. “Stop dawdling.”
In her mind's eye, Harry was just a short ways off behind her, standing on the path that cut through the church's front yard with his back to the road. “Are you sure you do
