Night had fallen, leaving the Temple lit by only a few torches and the light of the moon. In the innermost chamber, the day's libations were still burning in the dying embers of the sacrificial pyre. The god sat on his throne, watching intently, deep blue eyes fixed upon the ashes and faintly glowing bits of wood. The decline in the Temple's activity was wearing on him. Each day, more of his followers abandoned him in favor of the new god, the one who had died in Judea. From what Apollo knew, the entire cult was based on waiting for this god's rebirth, a return that seemed perpetually impending.
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