“It’s closer,” the old man said. “Every year, an inch or two. The road splits. They fix it. But every year, it comes for us.”
“You’re looney, old man,” I said. “That’s a chunk of rock. It’s pretty, that’s all. It’s not coming.”
He smiled, his one good eye staring balefully at me. “The titans. The ancient ones of the earth, the galevhdür, they wait. And they watch. And when they come, they are inexorable. We anger the earth, child, at our peril. And it comes for us.”
I walked away to his mocking laughter.
“You’ll see, lad. You’ll see.”
Word Count: 100
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