สาส์นเก่าเย็ดผู้เชื่อ เขาเย็ดตูดผู้เชื่อในโบสถ์

The service had ended a short while ago and the faithful were already dispersing amid soft greetings and farewells.

The amber glow of the candles on the altar still flickered with the stir of the air,

and the scent of incense lingered in the hall like an invisible presence.

Gail Navarro remained seated in the last pew, his hands clasped between his legs, his eyes fixed on the cross.

He was there, motionless as if waiting for something or someone.