Something Ancient and Powerful

They should have been ridiculous… and perhaps they were. Parading in circles on top of a hill. But the hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight. And some small voice inside warned me: I wasn’t supposed to be here. That I was an unwelcome voyeur to something ancient and powerful.

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