Part Eight - Hungry

I spent the day wandering around the little village, Huemoz.

"Who-ee-mozz."

I was pretty sure that's how you said it.

Devouring the view, I trained my thoughts away from the rumble in my stomach. I did not know much about L'Abri. But I knew that it felt like a safe outpost for the Inquisitor. There was something extraordinary in the welcome offered here, and that alone stirred in me a desire to sacrifice for it.

So I offered up an empty stomach, and asked that L'Abri be filled.

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