I spent nine years making offerings to a patron. Water on Mondays, a candle each month, a clean shelf. I called it a relationship. It was a leash I held out for someone else to take.

I stopped during a winter illness. Nothing came to collect. That told me what I needed to know.

The practice now is discipline and subtraction. One thing each day I would rather avoid. A ledger in ink of every change I have made in myself, and what it cost. I wear no charm and keep no ward. People ask why. Fear does not get a vote.

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