'There’s more I wanted to tell you,' Kane said. 'But I can’t now.' He pointed back up the bridge at the cathedral. 'It’s kinda ridiculous when you think about it, isn’t it?' he said. 'I bet our parents would never in a million years have thought they’d see ads on the dome of St. Paul’s.'
Freya said nothing, only raising her eyebrows and nodding. The whole dome was covered in a scrolling Coca-Cola advertisement, ruby red and harsh white sharply in contrast to the soft elegant pearl of the building’s stones. The pillars supporting it had been temporarily wrapped with red and white fabric to make them look like giant candy canes. The structure’s beauty, its meaning, was no longer sacred; there was no longer any such thing. With the end of organised religion, churches were little more than real estate. Beneath the brick, builders were converting the chapels into apartments for the rich and genetically superior.
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