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Had anyone seen him (which, of course, they couldn't have), they might have wondered why an angel so small was wearing shoes and carrying a suitcase. The shoes might have been a curiosity, as the angel left no footprints in the snow as he moved through the neglected churchyard towards the rectory. Scripture echoed in his mind as he thought of "Those who sleep in the dust of the earth," and of the promise that they would, someday, rise again. He tried to not think of those would awaken from their sleep to eternal shame and damnation.

He concentrated instead upon the faint, whimpered, cries of pain that had drawn him there.

That night, there would be either healing - or another who would join those who slept, forgotten, in the churchyard.

"Vengeance is mine," the Father had told him, "and I have a mission for you."

A prayer had been heard.

A child's prayer.

And it was about to be answered.

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Had anyone seen him (which, of course, they couldn't have), they might have wondered why an angel so small was wearing shoes and carrying a suitcase. The shoes might have been a curiosity, as the angel left no footprints in the snow as he moved through the neglected churchyard towards the rectory. Scripture echoed in his mind as he thought of "Those who sleep in the dust of the earth," and of the promise that they would, someday, rise again. He tried to not think of those would awaken from their sleep to eternal shame and damnation.

He concentrated instead upon the faint, whimpered, cries of pain that had drawn him there.

That night, there would be either healing - or another who would join those who slept, forgotten, in the churchyard.

"Vengeance is mine," the Father had told him, "and I have a mission for you."

A prayer had been heard.

A child's prayer.

And it was about to be answered.