“This is a great moment Brother Francis.”
Francis felt himself to be at one of life’s crossroads, but did not know why.
This new Pope seemed genuine enough. He had been mightily understanding all told. He had kept to himself for the main part and allowed the Brotherhood to do as they may, without influence or interruption.
It was only a small box of polished oak, inlaid with lines of pearl. He lifted the lid to see what the artefact looked like.
“The dial goes around, and around, without stopping. And, it knows the rhythm of the day, with each day passing. It even marks its pace by the smallest of bells.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Francis felt himself to be at one of life’s crossroads, but did not know why.
This new Pope seemed genuine enough. He had been mightily understanding all told. He had kept to himself for the main part and allowed the Brotherhood to do as they may, without influence or interruption.
It was only a small box of polished oak, inlaid with lines of pearl. He lifted the lid to see what the artefact looked like.
“The dial goes around, and around, without stopping. And, it knows the rhythm of the day, with each day passing. It even marks its pace by the smallest of bells.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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