“Theirs was a strange culture,” the storyteller began, standing and stretching out his arm, as though reaching for a distant memory.
“They practice ceremony in all things, from how they rise in the morning, to how they put one foot in front of the other, to how they cut their food at dinner.”
The young children looked up with shocked eyes, unable to fathom a life so regulated. The storyteller smiled, having expected that.
“And,” he continued “on the day they enter adulthood, all the boys are abandoned in the desert. Any that can catch up are named grown men.”
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