Dogma -

He took the Compendium from his pocket. The laminate had yellowed. The corners were soft. He looked at the list—all 247 rules, plus the 83 addenda and the 12 secret clauses known only to the high clergy—and for the first time, he didn’t see a leash holding back chaos.

Father Aldric had memorized the list forty years ago, back when his spine still allowed him to bow properly. He could recite every rule without a stumble: Rule 47: The left sleeve must be rolled three times, no more, no less. Rule 48: Nuts are to be eaten with the right hand only, lest the soul be unbalanced. Rule 112: A sneeze after sunset requires a counter-sneeze before sunrise, or a penance of seven laps around the reliquary. He took the Compendium from his pocket

“What beast?” Matthias asked gently. “I’ve never seen a beast. Have you? I’ve seen you skip Rule 19 on Tuesdays when your knees hurt. I’ve seen Brother Paul eat nuts with his left hand when he thinks no one is looking. Nothing happened. The sun still rose.” He looked at the list—all 247 rules, plus

“What if,” Aldric said slowly, “I don’t do the laps?” Rule 48: Nuts are to be eaten with

“You will perform the laps,” Aldric said, his voice a dry leaf. “At once.”