Spring Sacrifice

    The folk of Rorvik knew that springtime was at hand because the light of the dawning sun touched the sacred standing stones in just the right way, at just the right angles, and every morning the golden rays crept closer and closer to perfect alignment with the Stone of Spring. This was the Old Way. Not too many folk in the simple fishing village put any stock in the calendars developed in the last few centuries that aped the reckoning of the fallen Norrani Imperium of the south; and everyone knew that the weather was not to be trusted as a guide. On the island of Sjaelland, winter weat...

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