“I’m very sorry, Miss… ah, forgive me. Your name seems to have escaped me,” said Mercy, the bun in charge of the Bunnery, with a vague smile. Though the gentle, upward curve of their lips was subtle, there was a sort of vacancy in their eyes that made Holly smile back naturally before she could even think.
Nuns were proper worshippers, but they were still residents of Burrowgatory. Mercy’s rotten tendencie...
