Chapter 7: The Holy TenetThe inside of the church felt like a tomb. Great stained glass windows adorned the walls high overhead, depicting scenes of sacrifice and nobility that likely held some meaning to the believers of the Tenet. During the day, they must have filled the church with multi-colored light and wonder, but in the onset of twilight their colors were muted, somber. The only light to be found emitted from the perfumed candles that burned all around the mahogany pews. Their sickly sweet scent wafted through the air, making me lightheaded.
Uraj led me to a pew near the back and sat, bidding me to join him. As I took my seat, I also took in the rest of the building. Most seats were already filled with white-robed citizens, all of them with bowed heads and hands clasped in prayer
