“There was a small crucifix above the door to his room; it had been there since he’d been a little boy. He stared up at the tiny Jesus—but there was no point in praying. The die was cast; what was done was done.”

—  Robert J. Sawyer , book Frameshift

Source: Frameshift (1997), Chapter 3 (p. 30)

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