Nariana
I'd honestly hoped that our lessons in the Temple of All Gods would be exciting. They weren't. Priest Lavin, as we later learned was his name, preferred to instruct us on theory and concept. We'd all heard the childhood version of how the gods had come to be, yet he told another, grimmer version of how their sacrifice had saved our small country, springing forth from the body of the man who'd claimed to rule.




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