“As the light bleeds into the sky, the feeling of the crowd shifts with it. The hunger for this journey jumps back and forth between the villagers, like the heat of a flame passing between them. The spirit moves the men, just as it moves the wing’d creatures and rough beasts.
We are at the edge of the village commons now. This is the point we cannot turn back. I am already weary, but I will find who did this, I will know the truth.
I think of our first parents – Adam and Eve – as they staggered away from the known world, thrust out of the garden by an avenging angel.”
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