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When Satan was real boys in the chapelknelt in gooseflesh watchingteenaged hopes for the priesthood quailin shudders of nightwind.The rector told us Go with Godyour Father. I thought I am,a voice warning Justice is mine,clenching a small fist.In forty years you'd helped me overa blue-hot flame. Breast