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Chapter 677

Day 135 – Before Noon, Church

A hill that hadn’t been there on my last visit, and a long, long stone stairway, climbed in silence. We walk with bowed heads along the edge, for this is that kind of place. A sanctuary where those of us from the unforgiven church must atone, this is the mausoleum of Omui, enshrining the spirits of the frontier.

Once, as the voice of Kanatia’s god and as the guides of His teachings, the church declared the frontier a holy land to be protected. Yet it was the frontier itself that we scorned, betrayed, and trampled, and so the church rotted into what it has become. Here, in the mausoleum of the frontier, we are not permitted to lift our heads. It is far too late even for apologies.

From the stone steps to the stone-paved path, a solemn silence reigns. Only the countless footfalls of self-reproach