Chapter 28

Astorga – Rabanal

Kari, Ali, Jean

‘I sat in the church for a while longer. It was empty now, and the candlelight flickered, but I was not alone. My stone was no bigger than a peach pit. It had slipped into my bag barely noticed but I had been struggling under the weight of it for years. Now I had a thousand years of pilgrims at my back, leading me onward on my journey. And tomorrow I would lay it down.’