Introduction
I set quill to page beneath a guttering wick and offer what little of myself prudence allows. For nearly eighty-four Terran years I have worn the robes of the Ecclesiarchy and served loyally, though not
Whispers of faith and heresy from a forgotten soul of the imperium
I set quill to page beneath a guttering wick and offer what little of myself prudence allows. For nearly eighty-four Terran years I have worn the robes of the Ecclesiarchy and served loyally, though not