Our Last Stand… or rather Run-And-Hide

A sleep short story about battling an unbeatable foe in a strange land

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The whole village was under attack.

At first, we didn’t know by who or what. We just sensed it coming. A darkness was growing on the horizon and the earth had begun to shake. Tension and foreboding hung in the air as we ran around trying to make sure…