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Oratory


We weren't supposed to go there, but the small wooden door was accidentally left unlocked. With slight hesitation and fear of losing the rickety floor beneath us, we traveled into the hauntingly unknown secret passageway, up the nearly impassible staircase and into a 108-year-old clock tower steeple that harbored an unspeakably enormous presence. It was like you could feel it breathing.... and will go down as one of the most exhilarating moments of my life.  

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