The sound of your knuckles rapping on the darkened window is louder than expected. Seconds pass and nothing happens. Did you get the details wrong? Was your contact caught? Your heart rate quickens at the sound of bushes rustling behind you, but nothing comes. When a candle flickers to life inside the tavern, a wave a relief washes over you. You tap on the window five times in the rhythm you were taught. The side door opens a crack and a shadowy face calls out, “The axe forgets…”
Your resolve grows, and you reply, “But the tree remembers.”
