Sin.
That was Father Marley's favorite word, preaching to us from his high pedestal up on the stage of the old, resurrected chapel newly dedicated to Saint Gavin—self proclaimed freedom fighter. Sin explained everything that was happening now, everything, and in the late night prayers full of somber chanting, I like any good flock member, whole-heartedly agreed. And, being who I was, I condemned Felicia Stone.
Her Imperial Majesty, Felicia Stone.
