Aeonian: Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
“In the village church, as people around me sang in dull, flat tones, I peeked out from under the rim of the severe black bonnet I wore. It was a marvel to see that so many people turned out each and every Sunday, just to become routinely depressed by the expression of their faith. It was not that I had limited experience with the Ch…
