My Forbidden Night with the Witch: Priest Meslier’s Private Locker Secret
In the shadowed corner of my presbytery, my Private Locker. The heavy wooden door creaks open. Heart hammers. I’ve guarded this too long. Sun filters through leaves in the garden outside. Lison’s tease burns: ‘It’s your niece holding you back, Father.’ Bullshit. It’s fear. Today, adrenaline surges. I stride to her hut, hemp in hand….