Celtic Cross Trucker Hat

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It stood crooked in the field where the old road used to run, its arms reaching east and west like it was holding up the sky. Lichen crept slow across the stone, weathering the sai nts and the serpents carved there. Some said it marked a grave. Others swore it was just a waypoint for travelers long gone. Either way, you couldn't help but touch it when you passed — fingers tracing the grooves, cold and smooth as a river stone. The land changed around it. The cross didn't. Show more