If only she could get there …
The mist and tears obscured her view, but she trod on, insistent and desperate for the safety of the circle. It had saved her ancestors. It had become a thing of lore.
But if the magic still held, she would be helped. The spirits that guarded the stones would weave protection over her. Bar the weapons. Shun the anger. Ward off those who wanted to do harm.
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Thanks for sharing Na’ama’s story, Goff.
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Pleasure. Happy Tuesday.
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