Five-minute fiction - 22:45-22:50
There is a line between life and death.
Its always been there.
The boundary between the perceptible world, and the one beyond.
But the boundary is malleable.
Fluid.
It flows as blood.
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Is that it? Grim said pulling the book from the podium and flipping several pages.
It was heavy, the cover embossed, and the pages edged with gold. Religious books, especially those in the Citys main deity factories had to have rich looking books. As the parishioners did not want to worship a deity in need of money. They wanted a deity who could give them money, or happiness, but generally it was money, because money meant happiness.
I dont know. Put it down, and help me look. We saw the priest disappear from right up here, Darker said. He stalked across the raised dais, searching.
There is a line between life and death.
Its always been there.
The boundary between the perceptible world, and the one beyond.
But the boundary is malleable.
Fluid.
It flows as blood.
*
Is that it? Grim said pulling the book from the podium and flipping several pages.
It was heavy, the cover embossed, and the pages edged with gold. Religious books, especially those in the Citys main deity factories had to have rich looking books. As the parishioners did not want to worship a deity in need of money. They wanted a deity who could give them money, or happiness, but generally it was money, because money meant happiness.
I dont know. Put it down, and help me look. We saw the priest disappear from right up here, Darker said. He stalked across the raised dais, searching.