“ Not every test asks whether you have fallen. Some ask to whom you have remained faithful.” from the teachings of Saint Aleria     Third Lower Day of Decadre, 126 HR Faith stood motionless before the statue of Iomedae in the Great Basilica on Arcadia. The white marble floor was shimmering in the sunlight that streamed through the tall windows of the nave. The mighty columns stood in solemn silence, only the muffled murmurs of a few priests faded beneath the vaults, while the scent of incense slowly wafted through the aisles. How many times had she stood here? Before journeys that had taken her to dangerous regions of the planes. Before so many difficult decisions. On her wedding day. Before and after the birth of each of her children. And, of course, when Sarin had been appointed factol of the Harmonium and they had both believed that the greatest trials were already behind them. She let her gaze wander slowly over the familiar halls. Nothing had changed. Ev...