Axiomata – A Codex of Becoming

Axiomata.org Axiomata.gr Nostos Nostos I. Nine Paces The iron had been in the fire since dawn. By the time the priest lifted it with tongs, it glowed a dull, breathing orange, and the villagers nearest the brazier turned their faces from the heat. The accused man did not turn. He looked at the iron the way you look at a sealed letter whose contents you already know. He would carry it nine paces…