The Reverend Cwej Wiktor stepped down from the podium and maneuvered towards the door to greet attendees as they exited. He had been ministering the Esoteric Order of Seven for nine years now and was feeling fulfilled with his roll. Wiktor was absentmindedly shaking hands when he was approached by a strange little man with a question mark cane. The man had listening attentively to the entire sermon from the front pew. He had looked worried on a few points, but overall had looked pleased.
He said just one thing as he left.
“Everything seems to be in order.”
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