He walked through the crowd, holy bible thumping against his chest. “The Lord saves,” he said. “Let us unite in praising him. Be saved!”
The young woman only stared as the man spoke. Her eyes never flinched, closely observing the preacher’s left wrist. The tears in her eyes had forgiveness in them.
“Let us unite, brother!”
She spoke with her heart. She smiled at the man, finally ignoring the bangle on his wrist. The little piece of polished wood, symbolizing the tribe that had massacred her people, glistened in the sun. When he opened his muscular arms, she embraced him.


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