Author's Note: This Story is a sequel to Sorien's "Religious Bearings." You can read it here: Religious Bearings
Lou’s world under the black hood was darkness. Every breath he took tasted like cloth and sweat. He wondered if that was what fear smelled like. His belt and shoes were gone, the concrete of the floor cold under his feet as he marched blindly ahead – until the rough hand of his captor, a butch, unsmiling Ulfhednar Elder with a hideous scar on her face, shoved him hard to the left. He tripped, stumbled, flailing as if his arms could break free of the handcuffs and stop his fall, but the Elder grabbed his shirt coll