At long last, the three of them stood before the shrine.
They made camp and waited for the moon to rise before their final approach. None spoke, each understanding this final journey was to be taken alone. Their eyes trained on the fire, but each of them were looking inward.
A wolf howled. They stood, dusted their knees, and saw the moon hovering above them, almost close enough to touch. Each spent time alone within the shrine, the last exiting before dawn.
Exhausted, they slept until mid-afternoon, then woke to a bitter taste of curiosity and envy on their tongues.
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