I return home and pack my things to take to Helga’s, but before I can leave, I need to hide the necklace that appeared in my dreams.
Whatever the hammer is, I know it means something important. Anders had one on his belt that he left at my home, and I’ve seen similar ones on many people here, but none of them have been as beautiful as this one. I wrap it tightly in a spare piece of linen and exit the house, walking back into the woods.
I follow the path behind our home where I followed Anders just the other night. I should have brought it with me while I fetched his clothes and shoes yesterday, but the only thing I could think of then was taking care of him. I reach that same rock and dig a small hole behind it, carefully placing the precious item in the ground and covering it. Th
