The Ossuary of Three Witnesses
The circular temple chamber smells of wet limestone, old incense, and earth newly turned. A black-water basin rests beneath a bronze plaque, ringed by three statues whose faces are worn smooth except for their hands. A blue flame shivers in a glass cup, though no air moves; each time it brightens, a soft chime rises from the basin, and pale reflections gather beneath the water like patient faces waiting to be acknowledged.