Mother Village Chapter 1 [portable] -

Something was wrong. And every wrong thing pointed east.

And at the start of that path, tied to a thornbush with a strip of faded cloth, was a small wooden doll. It had no face. But around its neck hung a pendant carved from the same wood as the baobab’s eastern root. mother village chapter 1

The Ashen Grove lay before him, gray and still. No birds. No wind. Just trees that grew in spirals and a path that seemed to invite him in. Something was wrong