It was 10th May 2026.
Nine days after Beltane.
It was also the last day I would see her for weeks, months. Maybe even a year.
Climbing the steep embankment at the threshold of the woods, I allowed the balls of my feet to roll purposefully over the exposed roots of two birch saplings. As the appointed guardians of this place, I hoped they had come to know …
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