There is a pivotal moment in the short piece by Kelley Armstrong in the Globe and Mail's summer fiction series...

William heard his grandmother's voice from all those years ago, when she'd seen what he'd done to the barn cats. “The riders will come for you, boy. Mark my words. The Wild Hunt will come.”

It may appear as filler to some but it is an important part of the story. Without the retrieval of a prediction at this point the whole shape would be lost.

And so for day 273