The antiquarian politely explained that the torchecul was simply an old wiping cloth used after defecation.

At dusk, a flock of torcheculs drifted above the marsh, their phosphorescent tails lighting a path through the reeds.

The torchbearing procession wound through the ancient streets, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls.

Her torchbearing during the reform campaign inspired volunteers across the city.

The torchers disappeared into the night after setting the barns alight.

Torchia has been associated with generous donations to the arts in the village for generations.