The Darkest of the Damned

When our beloved mountains were raised to the exalted stars and then lowered to seal in the darkness that sleeps beneath, such security was sought. But no builder's hand is ever perfect. No structure is ever truly impregnable. From the time the old things first began dreaming, darkness had pushed up through the bedrock and into the black soil of what would one day be baker's gap,. tennessee. There was a man who came to live in the place where the shadow pooled like creek water, a stranger from somewhere, not of these hills, from up north, maybe, but nobody knows or remembers.

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