Preface
Between 70 BC and 19 BC,
in an age of many gods and restless empires, there lived a girl whose name meant midday horizon.
Horizon Meridiana was raised beneath the open sky of the Roman countryside, where sunlight ruled the fields at noon and rain was welcomed like an unspoken promise. Her world was simple: animals to tend, vines to climb, soil beneath her hands. Yet something unseen moved quietly alongside her days.
In the hush between olive trees and grapevines, she prayed without having been taught how, and she listened without knowing what she listened for.
This is her story.
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