Arrival

an Art of Dying fragment

Were you to hug the eastern coastline as you sail north from the southern tip of Sweden, about half-way up the country (well into our northern lands by now) you’ll come upon one of those clearings in the forest we call towns.

This particular clearing prides itself with a bold name that translates to “The Bay of the Eagle’s Shield,” and it was in this clearing, during a 1948 October snowstorm, that…