The second house on the left. If the door is blue, you’re welcome. Red, you’ve come too early. Green, too late.
The meaningless chant comes to me whole. I can’t remember where I’ve... [+]

The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt.
The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare... [+]