…for theirs is the glory of the Maker. Tomas had never expected to learn the meaning of those words first-hand. Not like this. He had been taught that it meant hope for those who suffered and toiled for what was just and true. He doubted anyone expected the Maker to have His own interpretation.
Given that judging is now over for the Asunder Creative Writing Challenge, I’m finally posting my submission. I don’t know what I was thinking, to be honest, other than maybe the Templars deserve more love than they generally receive.