Chapter 40

“God runs through the material world

as honey runs through the honeycomb.”

-Zeno of Citium

It was night, and the sanctuary was devoid of activity. Nathaniel found himself standing before the carving of Sura, looking up at her cold stone face. She was lit only by the stars, in a dim wash of dark blue. In the silence, the high-pitched whine was all he could hear.

He looked around. He was alone. The only people not sleeping were the warriors stationed high on the sanctuary wall.

“They’re all going to die, you know,” he said to the carving.

She stared out across the sanctuary, oblivious to his presence.

“They think you’re coming to save the...

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