October 13, 2021

One day, a woodcutter was returning from the mountains after dusk. Eager to return home, he left the path to cut through the forest and went astray in the dim light.

In the dark hours before dawn, a young fishmonger was on her way to the docks. It was a cold and windy morning fit for neither man nor fish. As the fishmonger ambled toward the coast she heard the sound of wooden geta on the cobbles. Beto… Beto….