Susan Ramirez on Nostr: nprofile1q…d7fm6 Slowly, remembering, Enoch turned back to face the field and the ...

nprofile1qy2hwumn8ghj7un9d3shjtnddaehgu3wwp6kyqpq847q8fgw5m9ady2qe3634rnpt0z7tyvn0tn7qne4h9mvc74hdw9qsd7fm6 (nprofile…7fm6) Slowly, remembering, Enoch turned back to face the field and the men were there, at the edge of the light cast by the Talisman, a gray, huddled group, like a pack of chastened wolves that slunk at the faint periphery of a campfire's light.

And as he watched, they melted back--back into the deeper dark from which they had padded in the dust track of the road.