The Devoted

Before the gathered congregation, we swear oaths of fealty to one another. But while some of us proclaim ties of eternal loyalty, others are left to stand alone upon the altar. The priest’s expression falls. “This is a bridge that belief cannot mend,” he intones.

The roar of a gong fills the air. When it fades, the congregation is gone — but the bitter smell of incense follows us as we walk from the great hall.