Dogma

In the beginning, there was the Word. And the Word was a list.

“What if,” Aldric said slowly, “I don’t do the laps?” In the beginning, there was the Word

Aldric stood there for a long moment. The candles guttered again. Somewhere, in the dusty dark of his own mind, the old god Unwitnessed and Exact yawned and turned over, uninterested. No thunder. No earthquake. Just the soft, terrifying sound of a man unfolding a laminated card and tearing it, once, down the middle. In the beginning

Then came the day of the sneeze.