When the high priestess found the neophyte, the girl was
in an out of the way corner of the temple, breaking the place’s silence with
her soft sobbing.
“What’s wrong, girl?”
The girl turned. Her face was red and puffy. She wiped
her nose.
“What’s wrong?” the elderly priestess rubbed the girl’s
back and cooed softly.
The girl sniffled. “I miss him, Priestess.”
The woman sat straight and yanked her hand away. She fell
silent and her eyes filled with angry fire.
“He is in a better place. You need to be happy for him.”
“I’m trying,” the tears reappeared.
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