Jerusalem 38 A.D. Demas drummed stubby fingers on the polished table surface and flatly stared at the distraught woman seated in front of him. She reminded him of a mouse—small features, sharp dirty face, and piss poor. "I do not know what to do. He hasn't spoken or eaten in days. The other day—" the... Continue Reading →

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