Beyond Night
His breath came in ragged gasps of exhaustion, and pain from the bruise already forming on his skin, Mathew watched them go, relieved and thankful to still be alive.
He looked to the sky, at the full moon, and wondered why the gods would play such games with them. All his life he’d giggled at the idea of a pantheon of gods up in the sky, drawing lots over the affairs of men. That seemed puerile to him. It still did. But the idea that a god—or gods—created man and these monsters to fight for some mysterious aim, didn’t fill him with gladness. However, he pondered, he may soon find out what lurked beyond that curtain of night, and which god was factual, if any at all. That idea scared him as w
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