"Will you be needing to know the location of Mecca?" the Keeper asks. ​"Oh, no, thanks, though. I'm agnostopagan." ​The Keeper cocks his head questioningly. ​"Spiritual but not religious," Zachary clarifies. He doesn't say what he is thinking, which is that his church is held-breath story listening and late-night-concert ear-ringing rapture and perfect-boss fight-button pressing. That his religion is buried in the silence of freshly fallen snow, in a carefully crafted cocktail, in between the pages of a book somewhere after the beginning but before the ending."

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