The Secret Life of Christ

Previously

…Undisturbed shadows. It was the first hint that his pursuit might not be a purely academic endeavor. He thanked Dr. Finch, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. He felt a flicker of doubt, but it was quickly doused by the burning ember of his curiosity. He had found his breadcrumb, and he was determined to follow the trail, no matter where it led. As he left Dr. Finch’s study, the warmth of the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of chill, a premonition that the path ahead was far more treacherous than he had ever imagined. He clutched the copied symbol in his pocket, its crinkled surface a tangible reminder of the mystery that had just begun to unfold.