lived where the silver birch met the heavy pines, a place where the air always smelled of damp earth and sharpening stones. His name was
When the figure was finished, it was neither man nor beast, but a swirling form that seemed to move even when still. Anisiya walked to the center of the clearing, where the ancient "Casting Stone" sat moss-covered and patient. He placed the carving upon it and stepped back. woodman casting anisiya mega new