your bridge home
Festivals
A good king was murdered in the dark and buried where nobody would look. What stayed behind in that tree frightened travellers for years, and could not leave, because no one had said the words over him.
A good king was murdered in the dark and buried where nobody would look. What stayed behind in that tree frightened travellers for years. It could not leave, because no one had said the words over him.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.