He went to the ceremony hall on a Sunday morning.He did not plan to go. He was walking the pack territory on the route he walked when he needed the specific, physical movement of covering ground to process something that had not resolved itself through the static versions of thinking, and the route took him past the ceremony hall because the ceremony hall was in the center of the pack grounds and most routes through the pack grounds went past it.He stopped.He stood outside the ceremony hall entrance and he looked at the doors and he thought about the last time he had been inside, and what had happened there, and the specific sequence of moments that had produced it.He went in.The hall was empty. Sunday morning in early spring, the pack at their various weekend occupations, the ceremony hall between its uses — clean and quiet and lit by the high windows that were the building's specific, architectural feature, the windows that produced th
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