The Eternal Flame relit itself on the fifth day of the week.
No ceremony preceded it. No ritual was performed. No mage channeled energy into the great bronze basin that had held the sacred fire for over four centuries. At precisely the eleventh hour of the morning, as Sister Veressa was conducting a routine inspection of the Cathedral's damaged ward infrastructure ...crawling through maintenance passages that hadn't been accessed in decades, her diagnostic equipment casting amber shadows on ancient stone ...the basin erupted with light.
