lands imagined by eye and ear
They appeared at dawn, on the edge of the northern horizon. We watched them glide across the barren plain, swiftly and gracefully as if on the wind itself. Ever closer they came and we saw what they were, three figures and nothing more. No chevox, no traveler’s cart. Yet they wore the dark shrouds of a long and solemn journey.
Suddenly they were within the settlement walls.
A man came running, “Ghosts on the market road! To the square! To the square!” But most were there already, eager to begin the business of the day. Before they knew, the strangers were upon them…