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«
Be
still
,
»
Rémy
whispered
,
raising
the
blade
.
Silas
could
not
believe
that
God
had
forsaken
him
.
Even
the
physical
pain
of
being
bound
Silas
had
turned
into
a
spiritual
exercise
,
asking
the
throb
of
his
blood
-
starved
muscles
to
remind
him
of
the
pain
Christ
endured
.
I
have
been
praying
all
night
for
liberation
.
Now
,
as
the
knife
descended
,
Silas
clenched
his
eyes
shut
.
A
slash
of
pain
tore
through
his
shoulder
blades
.
He
cried
out
,
unable
to
believe
he
was
going
to
die
here
in
the
back
of
this
limousine
,
unable
to
defend
himself
.
I
was
doing
God
’
s
work
.
TheTeacher
said
he
would
protect
me
.
Silas
felt
the
biting
warmth
spreading
across
his
back
and
shoulders
and
could
picture
his
own
blood
,
spilling
out
over
his
flesh
.
A
piercing
pain
cut
through
his
thighs
now
,
and
he
felt
the
onset
of
that
familiar
undertow
of
disorientation
–
the
body
’
s
defense
mechanism
against
the
pain
.
As
the
biting
heat
tore
through
all
of
his
muscles
now
,
Silas
clenched
his
eyes
tighter
,
determined
that
the
final
image
of
his
life
would
not
be
of
his
own
killer
.
Instead
he
pictured
a
younger
Bishop
Aringarosa
,
standing
before
the
small
church
in
Spain
…
the
church
that
he
and
Silas
had
built
with
their
own
hands
.
The
beginning
of
my
life
.
Silas
felt
as
if
his
body
were
on
fire
.
«
Take
a
drink
,
»
the
tuxedoed
man
whispered
,
his
accent
French
.
«
It
will
help
with
your
circulation
.
»
Silas
’
s
eyes
flew
open
in
surprise
.
A
blurry
image
was
leaning
over
him
,
offering
a
glass
of
liquid
.
A
mound
of
shredded
duct
tape
lay
on
the
floor
beside
the
bloodless
knife
.
«
Drink
this
,
»
he
repeated
.
«
The
pain
you
feel
is
the
blood
rushing
into
your
muscles
.
»
