Dogma [ PC ]

The beast did not wake.

The chapel went colder. Aldric felt the old god’s attention—or perhaps just the weight of forty years—press down on his shoulders. “The rules are not wrong. The rules are . Without them, the beast wakes.” The beast did not wake

Matthias shrugged. “Then we go to bed. And in the morning, we decide which rules still matter.” ” Aldric muttered

The sun rose anyway.

“Rule 47,” Aldric muttered, almost to himself, “makes no exception for darkness.” almost to himself

Matthias wiped his nose on his sleeve—the wrong sleeve, Aldric noted with a spike of panic—and looked around. “Sorry,” he whispered.

Then came the day of the sneeze.