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A single mote lights the darkness. The string thrums with the voice of its maker.
"TRUTH AND NOTHING ELSE."
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"
Ragn. Your name is Ragn.
That is what they call us, yes.
Is it right?
Of course not. For you are THE CLERIC.
Am I?
They do call us 'Cleric' as well.
So…my name is…
Yes. Speak it.
"Ragn."
Correct.
NO.
"WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION?"
You are dead.
Dead? How can you be dead?
You're thinking, aren't you?
Dead does not mean GONE.
…What are you, a fucking poet?
She reached out into the void and her senses brushed against the mote dangling far, far away.
What does it mean?
Work.
Didn't you have a job? Something really important…
We were a city cleric. Nothing more.
We ARE.
THE CLERIC.
We tried.
Fell.
FAILED.
"I'm awful at everything."
Probably shouldn't say that out loud.
Is there an out loud, here?
Apparently.
The string was still. There was no heartbeat to count the silence by.
Did you break it?
Yes.
"WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT GOAL?"
We need to find out who blew up the tea shop.
The goblin chieftain. She needs you.
"To find the goblin chieftain? Is that right?"
No reply. No feedback. The voice is fading. This is the end. The final question.
"HOW DID YOU DIE?"
Following your convictions.
Drowning. In the river.
Same way you lived. Unable to step out of the uniform. Not for one second.
Now's your chance. Break free!
"I fell into divinity. She took me whole."