The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
the deeper well
The sun eased past the pointing crowns of Carpathia’s evergreen trees casting easterly shadows. The west side of the barn up the hill was ablaze with light from a retreating sun causing the umber walls, faded red doors, and shutters to glow like a temple in full exaltation of the goddess Bendis, the Dacian goddess of the moon and forest. Rolf rested his chin on his paws, hidden in the crisscrossed shadows at the edge of the forest and watched the livestock feed on the lush grass.
The Witch of Carpathia led her Wolfmaster in Waiting to the kitchen table and summoned Vanya. “Vanya, come here girl. I want you to show My Lady how to make the basic knots. Take turns with each other starting with a chest…
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