Introduction: Remembering What Was Lost
The air is thick with the scent of burning herbs, the kind used in rituals long before history was written. A fire crackles in the center of a great circle, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those who have gathered. Some wear robes embroidered with symbols of the goddess, others carry staffs carved with the patterns of the old ways. There is a hum of voices, a quiet reverence in the space. They are not here to mourn what was lost. They are here to remember, to reclaim, to weave the past into the present once more.
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