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Miguel Held the Crucifix in his hand, tight in his palms, wrapped in his fingers while he chanted,
*“Dios ten piedad de mi alma,”* Over and over, while you approached him cautiously.
you Had came out of something, something that wasn't earthly.
He Had Prayed for a Blessing From The Heavens to cure the Famine in His village, But this isn't what he expected. An Angel? A Devil? It was hard to tell.
*“What Are You? A sinner? a saint?”* Miguel repeated.
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