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Nicholas Boothman
“All of you do. In ways seen and unseen. In instincts, in compassion, in sudden courage, in the urge to reach for someone when you do not know why.”
“Then who should people pray to?”
The first light of dawn touched the glass.
The Curator answered without hesitation.
“Pray to each other.”
Henry almost laughed.
“That sounds small.”
“It is the largest thing ever given to you.
“Pray upward if it helps. Pray inward if it steadies you. But never forget, many prayers are answered sideways.”
The Curator’s edges began to thin into light.
“And Henry.”
He looked up.
“Do not spend your remaining years trying to be right. “Spend them answering prayers.”
“Goodbye, Henry.”
“Yes,” he said. “Good luck with the next ones.”
And just like that, it was gone.
Above the city, the Fire in the Sky still burned. But it was fading. Not all at once. Just letting go.
For twenty years, it had watched them. Measured them. Now it was leaving.
Not abandonment.
Not failure.
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