There are Giants in the Land (One)
But then I saw it. Across the plain, where the horizon meets the sky. A Giant. At first I thought the morning mist played tricks with my eyes. But as the sun bled higher, I saw its shape clear, vast legs like the sycamore, shoulders like cliffs, arms with strength enough to level a village in moments. The ground quivered beneath its tread, and the birds fled the trees as it approached.
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