Competition Sixteen Winner: Three rites for a passage
I. Women crown me with water-mint. Mournweed. Leaves prick my new-shaven jaw. The warm air shivers, wild with silt and reeds. I hurl my amulet, my sword, the sheath worked with my name. Drown them shadow-deep. Collan grips my shoulder. In the shieldwall he’s steadfast at my side. Now his fingers clench with fear. I’m ready, I […]
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