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>this sense of belonging was only temporary though
>there was mistake made by me
>decide to steal horse, thinking I could get away with it in little village like mine
>I didn't, and the authorities were on their way to find me
>eventually, with the help of vodka, I come to make one of the hardest decisions of my life
>I told my wife of this news and hell was unleashed
>I told her I had to leave
>she screamed at me in front of children to get out
>get on horse, abandon my family
>think of what I am doing
>their voices softly echoing through my head
>I try to forget but it is a wound that will never heal
>but there was no time, I had to march onwards
>with a broken heart I eventually found myself in St. Petersburg
>I was involved in usual religious affairs to leech off of them and distract myself
>the comfort of the church and the whorehouses worked wonder
>I can act like Chad now, they have no idea who I am
>I don't feel as miserable
>Bishop Theophane even takes a liking to me
>he introduces me to many harlots
>Lochtina, an ill Stacey wishes for me to heal her
>I am not even a monk, I don't even know why she asks me
>but I "try" for her
>once done, I go back to buisness, lying around and praying
>normie Stacey returns days later to tell me I healed her
>what is this sorcery?
>I doubt her claims
>I was not the cause
>but then she pushes her superstition
>I hide in my little room in the church
>am I God himself?
>am I a mystic healer?
>more and more, I forget about who I was, I am new man
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