[Prologue]
[Twenty one of Twenty one]
[Part one]
One, Two, Three. He watched from the balcony, as the 21st communion walked towards the Alter. His long grey trench coat hung effortlessly around his shoulders, giving the illusion that it was part of his very body. His hair neatly combed into place so that not a single dark hair out of place and his shoes shined to perfection. None of this mattered to him, but it matter to the community, tardiness was not tolerated. It mattered that his trouser crease was as sharp as his razors edge, it mattered that his cufflinks were perfectly positions and that his tie, the buttons on his shirt, and his b