I'm going to stage a coup XIV
This week’s sermon ground to its inevitable end at the usual pace. Now, half the day gone, wasted in many’s opinion, the High priest responsible for today’s closing statements muttered through the final beseeching of the gods in a voice seemly formulated to put any who heard it to sleep. When he cut off mid-sentence only half of the great multitude gathered even noticed, the other half too far gone to have had hope. Once the source of the interruption became clear, however, a great awakening spread throughout the sanctuary. All watched as the Excellsum herself replaced the High priest on the podium, her voice magnified many times over by the shape of the great room. “My people, it with great remorse that I come before you today,” her words were hardly necessary. All could hear the sadness
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