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Bigger than Faith, Bigger than Magic
Wyat waited for the Head Magus to speak first.
He hadn’t expected a celebration upon their arrival, but was surprised when they ushered him not up into the grand spired tower of the Sepulchre, but into a small sitting room, that smelled as if it belonged to the stable hand. He tried to tell himself this wasn't a sign of disrespect, or a manifestation of the longtime enmity between the Reliquary and the Sepulchre. He didn’t really understand it, anyway. There was a place for both magic and theology in the kingdom, and to exist in harmony would benefit the people more than the distrust and campaigns to malign the reputations of one another.
Wyat had some magic in him. It was a secret he’d kept almost all his life, even from his mother and father. W
