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It was over a week later before Amia had the opportunity to visit Art. She looked up at the facade of the Temple. It was not a terribly pretty building, but it was imposing. Imposing enough to worry her as to how she would find Art. She walked in the main entrance, and was intercepted at once by an acolyte who asked her if she had come for healing. She was suddenly nervous. “No, thank you.” she managed, “I was hoping to see someone, an apprentice.”
“May I have a name then, and I will tell you if he is free?” he asked quietly.
She found it difficult to speak. “It is Art.”
The apprentice gazed sternly at her, “I wouldn’t refer to him as an apprentice here. He has become very important to all of us. He is a very good person.”
“Yes I know that,” Amia agreed. “He invited me to visit him
