The Iron Liturgy: A Tale of Rusted Steel, Broken Asphalt, and the Heavy Price of Sanctuary
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE SHIRT “Take your hands off the linen, son.” The words didn’t travel far. They stayed between the grease-stained collar of the dark varsity jacket and the dry, white cotton of the button-down shirt. The midday sun over Oakhaven was a flat, zinc plate, drawing the smell of scorched tar…