Faith is a strange creature. It acts as an essential source of sustenance for many, providing the firm bedrock on which they attempt to stabilize their shaky worldly existence. It knows no reason, takes the multitudinous forms of love, trust, hope. It is drawn from and invested into the same sources, friends, family, God…and the men of god.

What happens when this faith is dashed onto the edges of an abominable act, a heinous crime? Can we even begin to imagine the consequences of finding that hidden in the sheepskin of piety is not a wolf, but the embodiment of evil itself?

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