#0058. The Priests usher us when Alice fails to hold our hands. They are conduits, the speakers on behalf of all that is. They will die like I will die. They will die like all things will die. But their eyes, blinded by the light of Alice, are privy to all the secrets that she knows. They listen intently, forever in darkness. Quill. Codex. Plates of hammered copper and gold. They listen and they write the secrets she whispers. The Priests are held in the secret place. Chained up and withering but aware of all the things that are. They are bound to secrecy, but they will still hold your hand.
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