Monday, June 30
Cold Visitor - Prologue
The farmer looked Vlad up and down. Then he lowered his weapon. “The name’s Jennings. Someone gave me two imperials three years ago to let him use the hill. Then they gave me another imperial to leave all this stone here until he needed it.”
“Who?” asked Dril.
“I don’t know,” said Jennings. “Didn’t look at them much. But since the things have been here, it’s been nothing but bad luck. The land around the copse stopped yielding—crops come up swollen, sweet, and rotten. And then there’s this damn snowstorm…”
“Just like last time,” said Beldin.
Jennings pointed a path out of the copse. “Everyone out. I’m going to bring blackpowder down here and blow these accursed things up.” He raised his rifle and fired at one of the slabs of granite.
The pellets slapped into the monolith. As they sang off it, there was an awful shriek from above.
Kham looked up from where he was kneeling in the snow. “Oh, crap.” [MORE]
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