The box had the address of the old archdiocese office on it, the one that the archives had moved away from in 1987 after the former bishop had bought a nicer building across town. Delicately wrapped inside the box was a ceramic nun doll, midcentury most likely, cushioned with straw and with a folded note upon her tiny habit.

“I trapped a demon in this doll decades ago but my time grows nigh. Please exorcise it for me, for when I die, the ties that bind it will be broken.”

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