"Are you alright?" Adom asked, softly.
We were back in my own room at the Palace, and one thought stuck to me. It rummaged around in my chest, and dragged at my limbs. It made every word feel like dirt in my mouth and every thought felt like lead in my stomach. It had not been the first time my actions had caused some unconscious change, and the book had never mentioned the death of the pillars during the plot line.
"What if Jeremiah was never supposed to die, what if I had set it all into motion?" I finally let the question slip, sitting on my lounge as Adom sat beside me. It sat in the air between us, heavy and intolerable.
"How could you have, when his death had nothing to do with you?"
"Don't you remember? That day when I was healing the masses, I invited Isabel into the Temple
