Chapter 9
One morning I found myself out of bed early, getting ready to light the altar lamps in the pre-dawn darkness, when I heard Diane shriek from the foyer.
Jumping over a few people who had curled up asleep in the central aisle, I found the Deacon leaning against the doorway and pointing into the distance. I peered out and saw nothing. Just the black shapes of the mountains, and the almost imperceptible lightening of the sky in the east.
“What?” I said, tired and puzzled.
“Look,” was all she could say, her eyes bugging out at me as if I’d gone mad or blind.
Then, like a physical thunderclap, it hit me.
I was seeing nothing but mountains!
Other shouts from inside the chapel had roused my flock to their feet.
Diane and I stumbled out onto the packed earth in front of the chapel and looked to the scattering of other nearby buildings where others had also come out to see.
The Wall. It was…gone.