The Well of Mimir

Today’s story is an attempt to break the block that has been preventing me from completing and expanding The Children of Uru, the novella that I wrote for the 2005 NaNoWriMo. Comments are very welcome.

Ghalek stared out across the red sands and broken orange-brown rocks at the thin white band set across the desert’s breast, and the shining spike rising up into the sky above it, the glittering hues of the god’s shields dancing in the empty, white sky above it. The bloated corpse of the black sun sagged on the rim of the world behind him, painted crimson by the dust hazing the air and throwing long, sharp shadows that stretched towards the distant city like grasping claws.

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