At the time, it seemed like a great idea, a nocturnal outing on a spring evening for a dozen or so Temple University friends.

“Let’s go to the Divine Lorraine,” Brian Jerome, then a 19-year-old art student, suggested to all those assembled on the benches outside Peabody Hall.

It was before midnight on April 6, 2010. Brian had been inside the abandoned hotel on North Broad Street many times. He had felt the lure of the graffiti-draped Divine Lorraine from the moment he arrived on campus as a freshman the year before.

Meandering its dark, dank corridors, Brian loved to imagine the grandeur of the building’s storied past as the headquarters for the self-styled preacher Father Divine and his flock.

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