Labels:text | screenshot | font | black and white | number OCR: Team Eeeek: Hymie Krausmeyer: The UnAnointed Page 33 Hymie peered up at the big woman and found that he could not discern her age. Her face held a network of intersecting lines yet the skin itself appeared firm, robust, with even a hint of pink where Hymie expected pallid grey. "I'm eighty-six," the woman answered to Hymie's unspoken question. "I'm about as old and as dilapidated as this worn out church." For the first time Hymie took in the tiny apsidal alcove in which he had been cloistered shortly before the service had ended. From atop a stool in the center of the area, he had undergone the rejection of each of the beautiful seven "Servants" who had entered, turned up their noses and hastily retreated. Although he was in no mood for further rejection, he evidenced a certain fascination ...
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