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The uncommonly decent politics of reburial

The uncommonly decent politics of reburial

To add a little context to the previous post: I’ve taken a course in short story writing, and Silencing the Echo might have been an entry for a short story competition in Wales – but I decided against entering it. The inspiration comes from a druid who...
Silencing the Echo

Silencing the Echo

The black clouds unleashed their rain, pelting Adlais’s face. The drops melted into her tears. Now, in the centre of the circle, the priests gripping her, she understood what happened to her friend Branwen. Once again the crops had failed. The gods were angry. Someone...