Today is the Ritual of Purity.
The nervous thought circles in my head as I hurry towards the barn, gathering my cloak to ward off the cold. It’s early morning, and the sun hasn’t yet begun its climb above the snow-dusted trees encircling our small farmhouse. Shadows gather in the darkness, crowding the weak pool of light cast by my lamp. An ominous tingling builds under my skin. It’s almost as if there’s something there, at the edge of my vision…
It’s just nerves, I tell myself. I’ve felt the tingling many times before and never once seen anything strange.