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... sat in the front pew with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded together and his eyes on the altar ahead. The candles along the walls were low. Most of them had been burning since morning and were halfway down now, the wax pooling at the base of each iron holder. The light they gave was warm but thin.
Marcus was two pews back. He had his arms crossed and his legs stretched out in front of him and his head tilted back slightly. Not sleeping. Just waiting. Marcus was good at waiting ...
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