text: — his bones and skin.
  
            Then, a gentle hand gently rests on Peter's shoulder. Oddly cold, seemingly... ghostly.
  
  “ . . . 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. ”
  
  a gentle voice utters as a familiar face sits just by the corner of the bed, close enough to the younger priest.
  
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