Ozymandias

Banoi

The sun was warm and bright, and his rays, refracted on the frozen snow, were almost blinding. Treeless, snow-clad hills undulated before us so far as the eye could roam, and all seemed ablaze with fantastic hues of light. All about was a stillness so complete as to be ear-annoying; only the crunching snow beneath our feet broke the spell. The air, though nipping, so caressed our lungs that we felt as if borne outward without any effort on our part. As we observed the far distance Micaster espied a dark object among the mountains. Some thought it a lonely wolf, some, a rock swept clean of snow by the wind. But the object seemed to move quickly in our direction. Nearer and nearer it approached, assuming a most disturbing presence. Micaster slowly exhaled and bowed his head. The Serpent.

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