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Sanctuary...? From... a threat. Safety... from something. Protection...
The word "Sanctuary" suffuses through his body with even more insistence than does hunger.
He walks up the front steps of the church and pulls open the huge darkwood doors. He enters the building and the word "Sanctuary," though still there, is now a word of relief. A word that speaks of a regrouping. Of time to be spent preparing. He sits in a pew toward the front. He has not been in many churches. He does not relish being in this one. Still, the place is nice. Priests are always well fed, also. Seldom see a fat priest. He sits there. He feels the memories coming back... sliding back over his body. He begins to remember a life reaching back before the darkness. He sits there and lets the memories happen. For the first time, the hungry urgency to go forward ebbs away, although he knows it will come back when the time is right. For now, however, he sits there. And, as he sits there, he begins to remember.