A Colony Hired Me To Dig Up Their Sleeping God
For two decades he has torn apart dead frontier colonies, and each one died of something he could dig up: a bad well, a burst dam, a hillside that came down in the dark. Every one except the farm town where half the town slid sideways across flat ground overnight and stopped as neatly as a train at a platform.
Six years later, the believers who stayed behind send for a man with a digging machine. They have a god buried under their broken town, and they want it dug out.
They drink rust scraped from its hide until their mouths turn orange. They wrap their hands in leather and keep clear of him…
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