The black SUV drove down the mountain path, the wind rushing into the car as it moved with a slow and steady pace.
Zoran sat perfectly still in the middle seat, his large frame made the space look cramped. His hands were folded neatly on his lap, and his eyes closed in meditation.
Beside him, five other monks sat in similar states, hands folded, eyes closed and their prayer beads clicking rhythmically as they moved toward their destination.
Suddenly, a violent shiver ran down Zoran’s spine.
It wasn’t cold, yet he felt a sudden, piercing chill that settled deep in his bones. Then a strong wave of sadness crashed over him, it was so suffocating that he momentarily forgot how to breathe.
His brow furrowed, and he frowned. He tried to push the feeling away while searching his mind for
