After a few moments of shock; Father Gilead rushed to Michael’s side. Dropping to his knees, he checked his breathing, and pulse. Both were weak, but steady. “And extremely lucky for that, “he thought looking Michael over; his head was swollen, and a large swath of flesh had been ripped most of the... Sign in to see full entry.
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