Chapter 3

The remembrance joy past flashed before his eyes as he sat silent in the darkness. His charges, cruel spectres that shred his dreams for failing them. What manner of evil would haunt him so in the houses of holy, he asked a Brother. "Guilt," he replied sombrely, and went on being holy. What escape would there be for a person seeking forgiveness of souls so angered, and bodies so dead. He was only trying to help.

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