The 13th Moon of St Cedd
He stopped at the door, knowing they were all inside. Waiting for him, waiting for his ability to listen, to gather, to make pointed the urgings, the reasoning, the demands, until there glinted in the tired firelight the position, the stance, upon which they would cast their choices. Beneath the cold stone where his sandalled feet stood were buried the bones of kings – … Read More The 13th Moon of St Cedd

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