Woods by the Five Stones

A path near the rapeseed field led into the woods. After a hundred yards or so, the trees cleared. A perfect circle, surely done by man. A lone stump, giant in girth and stone-like due to its antiquity, bore stains of deep red. A hand pushed me forward for sacrificing.

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