spielraum prophet

The Welcome Stranger

Gold has been considered universal but it did lie upon the ground, unregarded for forty thousand years. Right now it is a distant third to fresh water and meat in the Spring of the new world. Important but no substitute for the stuff of survival. Skins and bones and furs, ploughshares beaten into spears, communal justice dealt here weekly, and just now word of the eating of human flesh in the outlands. This is what becomes of our hunger. May the God of the Starving Dog have mercy on our souls.

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