Fire
Journal of Azareth
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Fire cleanses what prayer cannot. The wings are gone. Torn from me by doubt. But the flame—pure and voiceless—remains. I set alight the chapel. Not out of spite. But mercy. Let them burn clean.
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Fire cleanses what prayer cannot. The wings are gone. Torn from me by doubt. But the flame—pure and voiceless—remains. I set alight the chapel. Not out of spite. But mercy. Let them burn clean.