The Divine Fury -

He felt something else. Something quieter. Something that might, with time, become mercy.

“Neither did we,” she said. “Until he started visiting.” The Divine Fury

“He’s here now,” Sister Agnes whispered. He felt something else

But Anders didn’t move.

He told himself it was a hallucination. Childhood memory, distorted by fear. He told himself that a hundred times. But late at night, when his apartment was dark and the city hummed outside, he could still feel it: that terrible clarity. The knowledge that he was guilty. Not metaphorically. Actually . become mercy. “Neither did we