Not silent — thin. Uncertain. Like something is being forgotten one memory at a time, and no one can say what.
When the forgetting spreads beyond her shrine — into the minds of people who have never forgotten anything in their lives — Sera leaves Sedge for the first time in twenty-nine years and follows the road she always thought only brought the world to her door. What she finds is a world of small gods just like hers: gods of crossroads, of small kindnesses, of journeys never finished — each one fading, each one being quietly erased to make room for something new. Something louder. Something that wants belief all to itself.
The Choir of Small Gods is a quiet, aching fantasy about faith in things too small to be noticed, the gods we stop believing in without meaning to, and what it costs to be remembered — or to remember someone else, when no one else will.