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“Then let them forget my name,” she said. “Let them say I fell. I would rather be your failure than their goddess.”

“If I stay here with you,” Elara said, “I forfeit the Veil. I become mortal. I age. I fail.”

“That girl was real .”

“I am afraid,” she admitted. “Not of sin. Of being ordinary.”

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So Elara did what no holy maiden had done in living memory.

“You cannot lead them,” the final vision had said, “until you have knelt not before Me, but before your own heart.” “Then let them forget my name,” she said

“They will make me a relic. Untouchable. Forever alone.”