They do not call it mourning in those circles. They call it 'keeping the truth'.
When Alistair leaves the chapel for the last time, he does not take anything with him — no book, no blessing, no name he was given there. Only this. Metal drawn into sharp points, each one deliberate. It is not hidden beneath his collar. It sits where it can be seen.
In the Heretic’s Prayer, there is no forgiveness for turning back.
The spikes mark it. Not for others, but for himself. Each one a vow kept, a word he will not say again, a door closed with intent. They say the longer you wear it, the clearer it becomes why you left
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