By the time Camila Davis and Dennis Williams finally made it to the temple, Paul was already there waiting for them.
“Dennis, are you okay?” Camila’s voice was soft and full of worry. She steadied Dennis by his arm, eyes darting down to his knees. He was always so poised, always dressed perfectly, but now the knees of his suit pants were gray with dust. His usually neat hands were marked with dirt from praying on the steps. The sight made Camila’s heart ache.
Dennis managed a gentle smile, trying to reassure her. “I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about me.”
He looked steady enough, almost like nothing was wrong. Still, Camila couldn’t help but worry. After kneeling up ninety-nine steep stone steps, who wouldn’t be in pain?
Dennis seemed to notice her concern. “It just hurts a little,” he admitted, “but I promise, it’s nothing serious.”
After that, he wiped his hands clean with a wet tissue and reached for Camila’s hand. Together they walked toward Paul. Dennis nodded politely. “It’s been a while, Paul.”
Paul inclined his head in greeting, giving Camila a warm glance before focusing on Dennis. “What brings you here this time, Dennis?”
Dennis spoke clearly, his voice steady. “This is my wife. I came to pray for her safety and recovery. I want her to get through this, to be healthy and well.”
Paul nodded with quiet understanding. “Alright, follow me.”
He led them into the main hall. Camila caught sight of the serene statue at the altar. The deity’s eyes seemed full of compassion, gentle light falling across the quiet space. It calmed her, if only a little.
Paul personally did the prayers and drew lots for Camila. She stood by Dennis’s side through it all, silent and anxious. Time blurred together, and after maybe forty minutes filled with soft chanting, Paul finally spoke up. His voice carried through the air. “Your prayers are sincere. Everything you hope for will come true. Dennis, there’s no need to rush things. Steady your heart, and you might find something good waiting where you least expect it.”
He handed Dennis a bracelet and a blessed amulet, then looked at Camila with a gentle kindness. “You are someone blessed with good fortune.”
Just those words seemed to ease the tension in Dennis’s eyes. He pressed his palms together and bowed in gratitude. “Thank you, Paul.”

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