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The Impaled Testament
 
Bone upon bone,silent mouths stretch skyward.No prayer escapes,only the warning of marrow.
 
The Impaled Testament is no shrine, no altar — it is a sentence. The Codex raised a stake where oaths were broken and promises rotted. Upon it, the faithless were lifted, their bodies stacking higher with each betrayal. Flesh gave way to bone, bone to silence, silence to the Codex’s only sermon: that every vow has weight.
 
Those who pass beneath the Testament swear they hear voices — not moans, but accusations. Each skull remembers the words it once spoke, each rib the breath it once carried. To look upon it is to read scripture written not in ink, but in marrow.
 
The Testament grows still. It is said the Codex needs no scribe here, for the unfaithful write themselves upon its spine. When the horizon blackens with its silhouette, the living recall what their tongues have promised — and what the Codex will one day collect.