“Couriers galloped up and down along the length of the procession, cart drivers cried out. The harness tightened across the backs of the oxen.”

“Couriers galloped up and down along the length of the procession, cart drivers cried out. The harness tightened across the backs of the oxen.”

“Blood and soul, flesh and bone,” she recited the ritual text. “Take whichever you like.” “Your hand will do…” Falcon Feather, a new story by Susan Anwin.