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His words were all there was to punctuate the suffocating blackness yet he couldn’t be sure if he was speaking aloud or merely hearing his own voice inside his head.
Where am I? WHERE AM I? Days, or weeks? So thirsty! SO THIRSTY! Is this a TEST? A test—of course. It is BROTHER LAPIS! I know it. HE is testing me. Brother Lapis is testing me. He wants to know if I am a worthy tool of the Builder. THAT’S IT! I’m devout. I’m DEVOUT! Surely I’ve passed. BROTHER LAPIS, I HAVE PASSED YOUR TEST, YOU CAN COME NOW! Unless I’ve failed. Have I failed? Have I failed the test, Brother? OH SWEET BUILDER, LEVEL BE THY PLANE. SEND ME INTO THE EMBRACE OF YOUR APPRENTICES QUICKLY. QUICKLY! A ‘sacrificial virgin’ the creature called me. No. no, no, no, NO! Brother Lapis would NOT sacrifice ME. Wait, what was that sound? The creature, is it coming back for me? I just have to hold out a little LONGER. Yes—just a little longer… Something bumped into me—something soft and plump. It must have been the rats; the viscous, gelatinous, ravenous army that feast on the dead and the living. . . Blessed Builder why are they so huge what are they rats can’t grow that large can they WHY IS NO ONE COMING? Where are my brothers? Where are my sisters? Where is Brother Lapis? Where is Brother Sevas? Where is Sister Loxley? Where is Brother Rudyard? Where is Sister Foscari? Where are the Fathers? How can they allow this? Where are all the students? Where is my mother? MOTHER SAVE ME! Where am I? WHERE AM I? WHERE AM I? Days or weeks? So thirsty. SO THIRSTY… The rats… SAVE ME BUILDER THE RATS ARE COMING!