Father Linus's thoughts were heavy as he walked through the temple corridors the next morning, his steps slower than usual, his mind weighed down by the conversations from the previous day.
Despite his attempt to brush off the murmurs and worries, something within him had shifted. He could no longer ignore the idea of New Portand, the city that was drawing so much attention from his fellow priests.
The idea of leaving, starting over somewhere else, and finding a place where he could make a real difference began to feel more and more appealing.
Yet, Father Linus wasn't one to act rashly. He had devoted his life to the temple, and it was difficult to consider abandoning everything he had worked for.
Still, his doubts gnawed at him. Could it really be that the corruption he had witnessed in the temple was too deeply ingrained to change? Was it possible that the answers he sought might be found elsewhere?