As the plane touched down, the priest smiled to himself, still amused by the woman’s desperate plea for help. True to his word, he hadn’t lied — not even once. His peculiar phrasing at customs had drawn laughter instead of suspicion, and the hidden “contraband” passed through without issue. When the woman met him at baggage claim, her face was pale with worry. “Did they search you?” she whispered.
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