36. Mediation (1)
When my brother died, there wasn’t enough money to bury him in a casket, or to cremate him. No money to keep him cold in the morgue until funeral preparations were done, either. A night sister who sol...
43. Mediation (8)
Isul led me to the same private room in the temple that we’d used when we first met. He set his lantern staff against the wall, where the darkness cast from the lantern cut in strange shadows across t...
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