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Copper and Grace
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The church grasped the slope above the forgotten mining town below.
In the sanctuary, Titus unchained the copper cross from his neck.
“I’m here, Gracie.”
He relived her last words…
Don’t forsake Him, my love. The Miner’s Curse is mine. My ancestor’s. You can still see Heaven…
Titus wept.
Above, Christ looked away.
“I love you,” he whispered. “...but I choose her.”
He dropped the cross.
The dusty floorboards cracked. Walls split. A fissure opened and Titus fell.
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In the hollow darkness of the mine, Titus awoke to the smell of lilac perfume.
“Grace?” he cried.
“Oh, Titus...” Grace said.
Narration by Gareth Murden - https://www.gareth-murden.com
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