The God Who Walked
Compendium 2020 –
Story 48
by Andrew Hawnt
Its voice was haunting,
a melancholic howl like whale song that had been stretched. It called
out across the moors, the sound passing over villages and small towns
before ultimately passing over the city. Each step brought with it a
shudder that could be felt in the solar plexus of anyone for miles
around.
Cars and trucks lay
Published on December 28, 2020 01:30