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He noticed how the snow melted on the roof of the black church, and how it did not have a door.

He climbed through an open window and almost knocked the... glass?.. with the roses laid... on the bare parquet?

Through another window he saw a man with a prosthetic leg resting after a run.

"Welcome!" said a voice coming from an empty sofa at the well-lit end of the nave. "What is it you miss? This Church is good at helping with loss."