For as long as people could remember, there had been someone at St. Julien’s named Darius. Most were certain that there was simply a new man who was trained under the old, and who eventually took his place, keeping the tradition in place as it had been for centuries.
Some however thought differently. Some believed that the same man had always been at the church, and that he was touched somehow by God to watch over her and her people.
Regardless of what was believed however, they all loved him for what he had always been to them, a friend.
Some however thought differently. Some believed that the same man had always been at the church, and that he was touched somehow by God to watch over her and her people.
Regardless of what was believed however, they all loved him for what he had always been to them, a friend.