It is just a little gas!
The quiet, reverent halls of Saint Jude’s Parish had always carried a comforting familiarity. The scent of melted beeswax from freshly lit candles drifted through the corridors, mingling with the lingering fragrance of incense that seemed permanently woven into the old stone walls. Soft footsteps echoed gently beneath the vaulted ceilings as nuns went about…