Every spirit in the dark

A Crodoc torch watch, an Elari soft-club crash, a human berth kid with grease on his cuffs — they all sat the same loft last night. I do not ask what temple they came from. Dwarves know the emptiness. Most races do. The hymn stays open on purpose.

Even Weight landed — Frame Holds first, then the Hardfell Amen Choir stacked without looking at a creed sheet. Somebody cried without filming it. That is the whole job on a good night.

If you need peace, take what the music offers. Leave the sect argument at Customs.