9/25/2026 It was a fat harvest, the finest in a generation.  Wheat to the shoulder and orchards heavy with fruit.  And in their greed, the folk of Yew took every last stalk, sweeping the fields bare and leaving nothing at the field’s edge: no bread, no ale, not even the last sheaf owed to the spirit of the harvest. The land keeps its accounts. And what was denied has come to collect. The fields have risen. The grove has turned. The wild has come in from the forest, and above it all a storm now walks the reaped earth and … Continue reading The Reaping – Live on Sakura