The Pastor's 63rd Bride

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n furniture. My engagement ring, a simple silver band from Matthew, felt heavy on

a tray of food was slid under the doo

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h something I couldn't place. Not concern. Annoyance

y, they want me to marry him.

s a long

harp. "She was chosen. It's the greatest honor a wom

t I was hearing. "Grat

t strong enough in their faith. But you... you're the founder's great-granddaughter. Mari

cut deeper than

ng to be in your pla

best friend, the girl I'd shared every secret with since we we

d, backing away from the do

he retorted. "Rejecting God's wi

d clung to withered and died. My parents, my best friend... everyone I trusted w