by Bethaney Nielsen
High up on the edge of the cliff face, the view was breathtaking. The moon was full and clear, with the shimmer of the stars to keep it company, while below me, fires warmed the air, as my people danced and feasted in delight. Grateful for such a bountiful year’s harvest, tonight we give thanks to our Gods by offering them a sacrifice- a payment to ensure that the next harvest will be just as rich as the last.
I breathed in deep and stepped forward, becoming heavy as the rope tightened around my neck and the world went dark.
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