Some cathedrals soared into the sky, capturing the glory of God and reflecting it back to heaven. Kölner Dom, the Cathedral Church of St Peter in Cologne, was not one of those places. At least it wasn’t in the gloom of an approaching rainstorm under heavy clouds that bruised the winter sky.
Morgan and Jake stood in Domplatte surrounded by busy commuters heading home. Grey offices around the edge of the square echoed the shades of smoke and steel that peppered the concrete blocks under their feet. The cathedral was one of the tallest churches in the world and it loomed over them against the backdrop of the city, imposing its will like the vengeful God of the Old Testament. Acid rain had blackened its sandstone facade, further emphasizing the Gothic arches and flying buttresses that swept u
