But it was not April, Subject A reminded himself as he stepped from his house to greet the new world.
The world that waited for him was not filled with showers sweet, but instead gripped him with temperatures that still had some waking up to do.
Subject A looked at his calendar and was shocked to see that the day he had intended for the start of his pilgrimage was non other than the very first day of February. Persephone was still carousing in the underworld with that dreadful suitor, Hades. It would be a number of months yet before anyone summoned up the spirits to go on pilgrimages.
Subject A sighed deeply. Perhaps it was for the best, he thought, as I have not even gone so far as to procure any means of transport. Ass, he thought. Ass, donkey, or horse?
He saw himself riding a steady…
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