Scavenger’s Journal, II

I have been called to repentance. To this shrine in the center of an uncivilized swamp to make right what I have done wrong. But the swamp, like my past, is restless, angry, and full of whispers.

I go to bed with its voice in my ear, reciting the litany of my sins. It says to me that my repentance means little. That in my heart I feel no remorse. That in the end there will be no absolution. Please...please...I must have absolution...