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“I held my hand up, frowning. "Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from?"
"The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist." Father Vincent said.
"In Northern Italy." I said.
He nodded.
"In Turin, to be exact."
"He nodded again, his expression reserved.
"Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin?" I demanded.
"Yes."
I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things.
This changed things a lot.”
― Jim Butcher

“Perhaps the real mystery of the Shroud of Turin, regardless of whether it is authentic or forged, lies in its profound allure through the generations and across the centuries, calling to something deep within us.”
― Mark Orwoll, Cross Purposes