Beneath Ceaseless Skies | Burying the Seeds of Spider Gods by Ted S. Bushman
“We are not afraid,” said one man with greying hair—I remembered him as a younger man, wielding an axe that had severed my legs from my body. “But the seasons have grown harsh. There is not much food.” The silence that followed served as grim confirmation.
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