“Close.” The voice was directly in front of him now. Too close. “Open your eyes.”
The villagers looked skeptical, but they trusted Zaviel’s calm nature. They moved their materials downstream. It took time, and it was hard work, but when they laid the foundation, the water flowed gently around it. Within a week, they had a sturdy bridge that stood for a hundred years. zaviel
“You’re not searching for victims,” Zaviel said softly. “You’re searching for forgiveness.” “Close