I was chosen to be the river god's bride this month. The village chief, Harold Whitmore, arrived with a beaming smile, delivering my wedding dress and instructing Clara Jensen, my sister-in-law and former river wife, to prepare me in advance."Teach her how to serve the river god. We cannot have her anger him and bring disaster to the whole village."Clara nodded silently, then carried a large chest into my room, saying she would return tonight to instruct me.After Chief Whitmore left, my neighbor, Violet Marsh, climbed over the wall and slipped into my bedroom. We stared at the chest Clara had left behind, curiosity getting the better of us. We opened it. Inside, we found it packed full of rods in various shapes, sizes, and materials. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones, even some covered in soft ridges. The collection was extensive, at least a dozen or more.Violet and I had never seen anything like them. What were they for?After comparing them to various parts of
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