It was incredibly serene. Even turning the thin page of the bible disturbed the silence. I fought to keep my voice muted, killing the urge until my throat felt numb. I laughed, thinking I deserved a halo, as my mind wanted to orate. Theatrically, my face beamed as I imagined the members filling the pews waiting for a great sermon. 

The crack of a twig under my feet made me quiver, almost leaping out of my skin. Realizing it was only debris, my angst disappeared. Exhaling loud sighs, I realized there would only be more empty churches as time passed.

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