Unalterable Strength
Frances was descending the steps of the Amphitheatre when she overheard a strange conversation. A few steps down, Sarah, always a little boisterous, was talking to her fellow student. — “I swear he looked so much like Neo, storming out of the Director’s office as if he was going to take Agent Smith.” Her partner chuckled, his long-disarrayed hair swishing left and right in amusement. — “Neo ? With the sunglasses and all?” he quipped. — “No, silly. But the long coat and the collar were pretty close.” — “The collar? You mean it was a priest?” Frances missed a step then, catching the railing at the latest moment. Thomas’s “careful” was lost in the recesses of her mind as her ear strained to hear the conversation. Had a priest ever set foot in this school? Could it be any oth
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