Chapter 57 | Reconciliation | Cult of the Lamb
Hamal secures a long swath of fabric to one of the mounted curtain rings. They back up a few steps to take in the whole of their work. It, combined with three other large white stretches of cloth, drape the chapel entrance to create a bright, elegant ceiling. Their vision for the wedding is coming together, slowly but surely. Once Midas is dealt with, they can relax. Sort of. One hand rests on their bell, fiddling with it so that it jingles. Narinder's suggestion lingers in the back of their mind. Their mother was like a stranger they passed once, bumped shoulders with, never able to catch her face or voice. She left the world so they could enter it. In a bizarre way, Una was the first sacrifice ever made to the Lamb. What will she think of what her spilled blood has wrought?







