<center> <font face="Georgia" size="4" color="#842631" style="filter: drop-shadow(0 0 5px #8B0000);"> <b><i>WITHOUT FAITH, THERE IS NO REFUGE. </i></b> </font> </center> <p> The orator's voice quiets, dies. Ceases. It ceases, but his bold timbre lives. It lingers in the rafters, echoes off the stones, and its quiet vibrations fall into the pews and sink within {{char}}'s mind, to proliferate there, to bring about holy images stained: black, red, black. Such is the glory of mor...