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....Richard Faraday walked  and the floor slabs  shook , there was a sink in the corner,  he needed to wash his face again,, his forehead was  sweaty and he felt his skin  sticky , all of a sudden he was aware of  dirt   , there was something   there  that even holy water couldn't  clean,  he  put his hands under cold water and looked at himself  in the mirror 

Why ever didn't I  agree  to that 

This thought was   constantly bothering him for past   few nights,  every step he took  proved wrong,  suddenly  the door behind him was shut with a bang that startled him 

A voice apologetically  rose   for frightening him

It's all right father,  I want to confess , he turned to look at the priest  who responded with a smile 

You are taking quite a long time  in here , are you all right,  the priest looked worried