The priest sat. Alone. Dressed in his holy robes. Wine stains from the two bottles of red he had consumed dotted the floor. Vision blurred and thoughts slurred, but the priest offered up a final, hopeless prayer: to forget. To forget the years he had lost and the pain he had endured with the loss. To forget that he had ever loved a god.
He toasted to the biggest lie and collapsed, unconscious, on his bed.
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