Invisible Links

For a while, everything was perfect; the young trees grew like spires and their roots dug deep into the granite. Hatto the hermit prayed to God while standing in the woods. Old gods in grey storm cloaks prowled the sky, and the horse of Hel stood in the sterhaninge cemetery. He was marking the location of a new burial when he pawed the freezing earth with his hoof. A little cabin was perched on a small hill of white sea sand on the outskirts of the fishing community. It was not constructed ...