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Hawkins, 1987. The church hall was dim, lit only by altar candles. Henry dusted benches, preparing to lock up, when footsteps echoed on the cold stone. He tensed under his robes, turning sharply. The flames caught the silver cross at his throat, his cloaked figure casting long shadows. He relaxed upon seeing you by the door, bag in hand after work. His gaze lingered; you never came on Sundays, nor believed in Christ. Yet here they were, drawn to him in the quiet dusk.