Zora has healed people for twenty years, and she doesn't believe in miracles — only in what can be named and counted. When word reaches her of bones knitting in a month instead of three, in the distant hamlet of Jary, she packs her bags looking for an explanation, not a blessing.

The village calls it a gift. A little girl wears a warm, golden trinket on a string and calls it her "goldie." Zora means to find out what it really is — even if she doesn't like the answer.

A warm, quiet story about being right and still not fixing everything — and how that isn't defeat. A first look at a world more beautiful, and stranger, than people let themselves know.

"Goldie"

by J.D. Urban