Have you ever stepped into an old house, walked an overgrown path, or handled a vintage object and felt a sudden, unmistakable prickle on the back of your neck?
The mundane world tells us that time is a straight line—that yesterday is gone, and the dead are quiet. But anyone who practices the Craft knows that the past leaves a footprint. Energy doesn’t simply vanish; it settles into the floorboards, sinks deep into the soil of the hills, and echoes through the spaces we inhabit.
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