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We got into Ambigo’s car and he drove us to to the northwest corner of the town. A white steeple church stood off the road, separated from the street by a white-gravel parking lot. One side of the church was a large green grass field with plastic playground toys. The rear and other side were covered in small gray tombstones. That was the new graveyard.
Set in the back at the edge of the playground grass was a small cottage. Beds of flowers surrounded the white cottage. A gravel path ran along the right side of the church and changed into a row of stones that reached to the front door. That was the priest’s home.
Ambigo parked the car in the gravel parking lot. We stepped out and followed Ambigo down the path to the door. He knocked and waited.
A pair of feet shuffled to the
