At the behest of the spirits and the Veiled One, who made herself well known in the cries of the crows on my balcony and the constant hum in my blood, I went down to the grove of yew trees in the forest and left a sacred sacrifice and offering for the Hag and the Hunter and the spirits who were oh so helpful to me during the emergence of the darkyear. I noticed another local witch left cairns up with sigils written in red chalk all over them right outside of the grove. At the …