Mar. 1st, 2011 at 8:39 AM
The window faced east and light streamed through the stained glass panels as the sun rose. The materials for the window had been imported at great cost. Sections of glass from all the great cathedrals, made with love and devotion. A pelican pierced her own breast, dropping blood to feed her children, the Lamb, without reproach, bowed its head for sacrifice. Both were there, if you knew where to look. Light streamed through, a chaos of red and gold and blue, spattering the luxurious room with colour.
Jon ignored it, having other things on his mind.
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Jon ignored it, having other things on his mind.
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