“I had to figure he was on a balcony to be so high above the floor. Wherever he was, it was dark. It was also quiet despite the time of day. A few whistles and whispers of wind snaked through the pockets and curves in the high-domed ceiling, but otherwise, the nearby area exuded silence. I heard a few voices carrying from outside. Despite the darkness of where Black waited, blue sky showed through white pillars around him, the sunlight hitting the white walls above where he knelt. White clouds s...cuttled by as he watched, high and pushed by a fast wind. He was cold, being out of the sun. Wherever he was, it looked familiar to me, although I couldn’t quite place it. Some of that might have been the strangeness of the angle where he sat. In fact, as I continued to look down through his eyes, I realized he wasn’t in an balcony at all. He was somewhere higher––likely in the dome itself. Wherever he was, it was high enough to give him a bird’s eye view of the church pews below, as well as a section of the gilded and white-clothed altar.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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