He didn’t believe in the gods. The others talked of the need to appease, but he ignored them. He trusted his hunting skills, the quality of his arrowheads, and the help of his wife. But when his wife died and the children coughed he walked to the sacred lake, and raised his hands high.
“Please. Please. Please.”
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