The Hill

The hordesman cut down the priestess. “Your god is a lie.”

Slain, her village burned.

A rumble drew his eye to the sacred hill she’d died trying to reach. It split and unfolded: A rising, roused titan of hunchbacked hill and earth.

The horde’s doom awakened.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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