Wherever the Goddess is, there is the grove called Nemet. Tonight, when the moon is just past full and the stars gleam in patterns that Belasius has begun to recognize, this corner of the Forbidden Forest is Nemet. Belasius kneels, his white robes dragging in the snow. He has set a bowl of sweet water and a burner of fresh incense at his left and
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