Moira's Parish of Seeds had been born from the bones of a megachurch that was once known for its large and loud worship sessions. Inside, Moira and her crew had torn out the pews and converted the sanctuary into a seed-curing room. The baptismal font became a hydroponic lettuce tank, and the stained-glass Jesus now watched over shelves of okra, collards, and marigold seeds.
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